The Quiet Night

Too far from the noise to the silence.
You bring the sample back,
But it can not be accurately analysed.
In the most time,
You were the sand beach
Which was submerged by the sea tide
Then exposed
Again and again.
The starlight with mother's patience
Softly washed the sand and the stones
And guarded you in the edge of the bed
When you were in the dream.
The sharp tsunami Cut scar
In the deep layer of the sand beach,
Which couldn't be washed off
Like the harm inside of the crystal lattice


You sometimes were a standing pedestrian,
You strode under the moonlight
without the footsteps.
Somestimes you hid in the shrubbery
And looked at the white sky above the head.
One person by yourself quietly entered into the temple
And listened to the sound from Heaven.
The day is the wildness,
The night is a room,
Stepping into the door of the dusk
You were changed into a shadow from an entity.
In the corner of the walls without the light,
You disappeared.


The hands of a clock in the midnight are moving,
Who is knocking the door inside of the clock?
The echoes reflect in the wildness.
You discover that
The scenes passed through
Become the dreamland in a flash.

are you chinese? nice poem

Yes, I am Chinese,thank you for your reading.