A day more than once in this life,
Is more than I can bear...

Streaming along the hems are tiny hands of endless...
Weary eyes see what music these touches her lonely...

A grain of sand speaks more than the imprints
On the sand beside the shore of love...

Tiny droplets rain
on me in the blooming fields...

Across seas bear a soughing mermaid,
Of fallen wings and rich gold dusts...

A silver pot or a kettle,
i too wrecked this bottle...

Once a billet-doux was taken by this beau,
An afflatus read by his beloved belle...

A kindred spirit i was,
at seconds or at one...

Your ruffles run through my head,
purple windows stay alive...

I yearn a modest embrace,
a surround circling music...

Pretty zinias in the garden,
dance along in unified harmony...

Amidst oceans or mountains,
lies a gnaw in my soul...