I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...

Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...

As I feel as I lay on the grass,
As I feel as I mown the lawn...

boy dives
in sea of books to surf...

At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

A kitten
cracking tears...

Oh why? oh why, Sky? Please tell me why?
Why is it so that rains befalls on me tonight...

As dark as the mole in your chin,
as white as it is your sin...

Oh well, oh well, I toss on you a coin
Please grant me a wish or grant me more...

In the garden there's a snake in a compartment,
a compartment that is darker than a cavern...