Midnight Bird
An unfamiliar corner over the ocean
there has been a loud strike unheard.
The sensing machine seems arrested,
in a moment imperfect,
with the quieting crowd of birds.
Dark is their colour, also mad,
and now so is a history -
like a city engulfed too deft,
in dirt.
A palace lost twice in words
well, we had it simply be read.
Leave it for another (day)dream
of an unnamed flaneur,
despite it seems too blurred.
Muddled in tears? Uncertainties?
or a reality too intimate, hur?
No, no, no. For the temperature
of a mutually learnt gesture,
is long captured.
I am now one of those crows
suspended in the night sky.
Pretending to be any bird,
though without its culture,
it's ready to take the height.
Cause what we conversed
7 persimmons and moons ago
made the secret beating occur,
again. What lies behind,
will never be hurt,
I'm sure.
1 Comments:
你在寫詩嗎？不錯喔！寫多D寫多D:P
我最近也嘗試寫故事，原來蠻好玩的，歡迎來看看，寫寫意見。
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