Spring Rain

Riding in a lonely street,

Raindrops fell on my face.

Lost was my call,

Searching for the grace.

A burning heart dwelled in the cooling rain,

Beating.

Many thoughts crossed my mind,

And many pictures flashed over my eyes,

Yet I couldn't see them once,

Neither could I think them twice.

Hudie, hudie, one two three,

Good night to thee.

Sleepless night in a monotonous lullaby

Answered by roaming calls.

Ring, rain, rang again,

Raindrops fell in my eyes.

In and out of the same gate,

I was transformed by your smiles.

Cry, midnight rain,

Joyous and cooling.

There was no fear in the cradle of your arms.

In the heavenly flow from heart to heart,

No more sighs,

And no more torments.

In the light you have bestowed upon me,

I shall hold IT for ever.

Until that ageless light comes to you

It's just an agency,

Through which the message is delivered from the abyss

My jarring mood comes from

The Expectation of future,

Or the fleeting and fragmented memory, but

Here and now, it's diluted in the blinking sunset.

The warmth of the springtime,

The gentle touch of wind,

Even the tender green appeared on naked willow twigs,

All melts the anticipation of an unanswered call.

You know, my dear,

To arrive at this tranquil moment,

And to sip a bit this crystal sparkling wine,

You have to trespass this mundane world

And uplifting yourself from the traps of time,

Relentlessly,

Until that ageless light comes to you.

Unplugged

A special message came across my chaotic mind,

Uttering, murmuring, then softly it went silent.

I'm bewildered by its power, 

Unplugged from the remote land of memory.

What is this intimate connection?

Joyous, immensely,

But why my views to this tiny world suddenly became opaque, 

That I could no longer breathe?