all boats returned from the far away estuary,
vespertine emotion gradually, prepared
to adapt the profound darkness,
on those moment of passion,
life searches the nest
in your dreamy
eyes,
though the night is short, and unquenchable
aspires, do not know, where will anchor
the floating emotion, may be some
where near the trembling lips,
or on the glassy surface
of heart, a perpetual
disorientation,
in the
limit of vision, a panoramic valley emerging -
with flamboyant color, it's illusion or
the forest fire, spreading the
cold ignition every side,
don't know what's
hidden in
the
secret of your love,the earth, sky, ocean,the
entire cosmos becoming the cipher,
nothing is before the eyes
except your mysterious
face of blessing,
the centuries
old the
votive is going to break the silence - - - - - - -
