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If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be a green mountain
lying flat on my back
gazing admiringly at you
up above my head
night and day
Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
for there's a little brook
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf
If you ask
what I'm worried about most
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn yourself
into tears
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet
but I might miss you
for ages and ages
before
running across your reincarnation
once more
Revised
Laying my head upon your lap
I can see the carefree clouds
drifting high above in the blue sky
as gracefully as the swans
swimming in a pond nearby
Summer breeze is gently
wafting your faint fragrance
and your long soft hair all over my face
like amazing grace
If I could
I would be lying here
for a thousand years and more
to let your tender green leaves
fall and cover me with layer after layer
of your loving caress
till one day of you I'm a part
till death never do we part
Revised
If your fragrance
is a graceful short poem
then let me spread it
wherever I go
so that little birds may have a chance
to praise you
during the whole summer
and let the sunshine adore you
after reading you
over and over again
for I'm the romantic cool wind
in the early morning
And you're leaving today
in such a hurry
It seems only yesterday
you came to visit me
Rosebuds are still pretty
For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their beauty
together in May
When floral fragrances
are no longer
floating in the breeze
I'll be waiting
for you
in a forest of maple trees
Imagine
you are now stepping
on the far end of a rainbow
the colorful fallen leaves
walking toward me
From a fairy tale
you're now
walking toward me
Azaleas are blooming
here and there
on the hill
though I can still feel
the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one
for you
to put it in your hair
But where are you
I shouldn't have missed you
so much
in the first place
for I know
you're nothing but my echo
I'm not Narcissus
but I'm wasting away
for the same reflection
all the same
The distance between us
is like you're a pretty
romantic cloud
born to wander
and I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with splashes of yellow
love to sing for you today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away
to savor my lovely melody
and I don't mind
you're forever a drifter
for at one time
you impressed deeply
on my clear water
your charming reflection
~~Revised
Yesterday
it was still breezy
now it's snarling and growling like crazy
And the day before yesterday
it rained like cats and dogs
all the way
if my memory serves me right
nothing seemed all right
How can I expect a sunny tomorrow
now that I'm fed up
with so much sorrow
Come and let me
praise your charm
like a deep blue morning glory
in the early morning
so mesmerizing
that I'm sure
to soak myself totally
in your soothing beauty
It's now or never
for I'm afraid
there'll be no more
smiling morning glory
in the evening
On this quiet afternoon
there seems to be someone
sighing and sobbing
If not
why is there this blue river
flooding all over my vein
when it isn't raining
on the outside
the summer's grace
is still here to linger
and the wailing wind
of the winter
is still out of sight
Should I split
this blue pain in half
with a knife
or simply let it
drain off
through the tip of my pen
When the heatwave
is gradually subsiding
the season of falling leaves
and flying flower petals
is ready to call
Will you be joyful
for the horrible summer
is eventually
leaving
or will you still feel sorrow
for the prime
of a pretty jasmine
is unknowingly
slipping away
I'm reading a yellow leaf
when it's falling gracefully
from a maple tree
towards the ground
like a tiny pretty poem
A late summer breeze is here
to see it off
floating it for the last
but most beautiful trip
on earth
It's returning home
to the soil again
after this seasonal journey
after life has become so yellow
and mellow
When I was still a kid
as small as you were
I wondered why
you always carried your house
like a tiny tower
on your back
wherever you traveled
Later on
I realized
it was your borrowed shelter
in the sands of time
beside the ocean expanse
When migrating birds
start flying south
it dawns on me
we're not much different
Like them
we're just taking
a seasonal journey
without a permanent home
You often stand alone
in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
swaying gracefully
at a small lane
forgotten by the world
And I
I'm constantly tumbling
on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world
In the season of Zephyr
we're ready
to migrate again
but where's our future shelter
Maybe we'll settle down
in the same pasture
Maybe not
So let us pray
fate will bring us together
in the long run
Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...
When your smile
was here to humble
all the May flowers
I was crying ...
for I was worrying ...
it'd disappear
sooner than later
Now you've drifted
far far away
I'm crying ...
at the edge of the earth
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
I'm crying ...
Perhaps when one day
I stop crying
it'll be the day
you start crying ...