from my hair
deducts the value
to be here:
a man in the history
a page of the story
a line in my poetry
a second in a century
that counts for nothing
but a dream to be buried.
Written on 19 June 2015.
everything comes to an end:
the scent, the smoke, the sorrow and the soup;
the lives, the leddar, the laughter and the love;
the moments that clashed together
changing the paths forever
do all have their ends.
so it stayed
and it goes
and the magic ends
and the veil left
leaving the hollows that follow
mocking the fellow a forever deferral of tomorrow.
Written on 16 June 2015
To one of the favourite place in the neighbourhood: siu chau wong
setting sun, burning dreams, fading youth, passing time:
the golden moment of life becomes prime;
dying light, dimming beam, vanishing dawn, moving tides:
a resurrection of the childish roller coaster ride.
glittering, glittering, glittering stars in the sea
only with a child’s eye which shall be seen.
Written on 3 May 2015
To the glittering fairies in deep beneath.
blooming blossom in the blurry night
drawing my mind from my mere sight:
pink and yellow and violet and red
on the greyly shaded grassy bed,
spring has come to the year
where no plan is planned ahead.
Written on 6 April 2015.
Life is unfair
Life is never fair
Never is it has been declared
The young grown old
The world has never been fair
Whether or not are we aware
Written on 12 feb 2015
The age never forgives anyone;
The age have never ever forgotten any single one
She keeps her preys in her sight in the hunt:
Those Dancing on her face,
Yawning in her wrinkles,
Cheering inside her eyes,
Crying from her ears–
In time, in time
You gained and you lost
But what is lost is always more than that is gained
Only is time robbing everything that held in the helpless arms
And leaving there none
But who dares to get them back?
Written on 3 December 2014