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森林裡一束微弱的亮光
在稀疏的牧羊草坪上流竄
像似不服氣的精靈
貪玩而溜進迷宮之際
依然使出回馬槍的遊戲

也許默默無語的草坪
看盡時序更迭的緩慢步調
對於頑皮而飄忽幻影的存在
縱然曾經好奇而迷失方向
如今早已了然於胸而釋然

遠方無限激情而疑惑的陽光
分散成為強弱不等的星點
灑落在早晨迷濛不已的臉龐
也許正在編織未盡的夢境
然後在海市蜃樓中悄然褪逝

心如止水的暮年歲月
宛如畫室裡寂寥的畫作
當然沒有讚賞的喝采聲音
甚至只剩下纏繞不盡的絲縷
或許將在靜止幻境裡慢慢枯萎

A faint beam of light in the forest
wanders across the sparse pasture grass,
like a defiant sprite
that slipped into the labyrinth out of playfulness,
yet still deploys a parting counter-attack.

Perhaps the silently mute lawn,
having witnessed the slow pace of changing seasons,
for the presence of this mischievous and elusive phantom—
though once curious and losing its way—
has long since understood it all and found release.

The distant, infinitely passionate yet bewildered sunlight
scatters into varying strengths of stardust,
sprinkling upon a mornings hazy face,
perhaps weaving unfinished dreams,
before quietly fading away in a mirage.

Years of twilight with a heart as still as stagnant water,
are like a desolate painting in a studio,
naturally without the cheers of applause,
leaving behind only endlessly tangled threads of silk,
perhaps slowly withering away in a static illusion.

(台灣好報115.04.23西子灣副刊)