May 25, 2007

Weather:

A Breezy and cool night

In the wake of a clear sky,

On which a scatter of beautiful stars are suspended.

The sky is a clear rug in the lake,

With floating yellow cake

Of changing size;

With drifting gray cotton

Of changing shape;

With twinkling diamond button

Of various size;

With glimmering reflection of memory

Of a "love" shape.

     It is now mid-night at 1 o’clock when I am walking alone on the road to my dorm. Besides the sound of silence, there goes the rhythm of cannons by the frog families. Sleep time doesn’t confine me because my habit lets me breathe the air and kiss the breeze. The stars are shining in the sky because yesterday the rain has washed the sky that I am lucky to meet the stars at the moment. Though the road with gloomy light and complete hush can make atmosphere an indescribable terror of being alone, I only enjoy the time of solitude and the air and breeze of memory. What I am thinking about conquering the terror of being alone: I want to share the time with my admired girl on the road of hush, where the world is no more than us. The wind blows at the moment, but I am not in terror of being alone; I am in terror of breathing the air of loneliness unless she can come along with me.

by Frank at the deck