小徑

我自一個沒有秋季的詩篇走來

你窗口的燈火忽明忽滅

我在夏天的過渡掉落一個夢境

你是被上蒼選擇的

一首故事的開端

畫與煙雲是神秘的騙子

在沒有路燈的路口

真理與緣份成為夢的指引者

漫天的森林阻擋了星宿的眼睛

也許循著鳥語

你辯出風的方向

也許你捕捉到了

來自不同空間的耳語

也許你背棄了心中

微弱的呼喊

終究，你守住

一片異樣的天空

多年以後

當你倚在躺椅裡搖著扇子

你感謝，某個彎處

一隻候鳥的去向

Path

I came from a poem without autumn.

The light of your window is flickering

I fell a dream in the summer transition

You are chosen by the god

The beginning of a story

Painting and smoke clouds are mysterious liar

At intersections without street lights

Truth and fate become the guide of dreams

The forest of the sky blocks the eyes of the stars

Maybe follow the bird language

You argue the direction of the wind

Maybe you caught it.

Whispers from different spaces

Maybe you have forsaken your heart.

Weak shout

After all, you hold on

a strange sky

after many years

When you lean against the lounge chair, shake the fan

Thank you, some bend

Where a migratory bird is going

2019/10/03 In West Newton