Late night, with no reason I woke up suddenly

Late night,
With no reason I woke up suddenly,
Shadows of books casted by moonlight
Were chasing after my mind.
So many passionate encounters have melted
Into such a mellow rendition of light.

Autumn and Springtime

Two poems in this raining day
Drip side by side.
First indication is the smell
That wisps on the faint breeze,
Fresh, and watery.
Next a rolling waft of air,
Lifting bamboo leaves,
Feather, and wispy.
Springtime and autumn season,
Now and then,
Fetters the silence of midnight;
But this transitory moment of love
Is crystallized tonight.
Someday in the future,
This tiny and amorous moment of our life
Will come back and swell into a minute,
An hour,
A morning,
A day,
A week,
A month,
And a year,
Till the moment it comes.