A Morning Of The Winter Version

The storekeeper arrives.

In this silence of warm crystal morning

A key unlocks a store door

Struggling through everything absolutely frozen

With only a small sound of cling.

When the door is flung opened

There’s a sound of the bells.

That is how the awe of last night

Is shattered into pieces of light.

And then I see another world of

What was tomorrow of yesterday.

The unmoving air

Make trees stay even darker.

Birds constantly sing,

But without flapping their wings.

In this vacuumed atmosphere

The sun rays penetrate through every sound molecule

And glorify the gleam to the new extremes.

And then I stay silent;

I do not wish to shatter further

The already cracked moment.

With a blow of a breath

I could make a butterfly fly.

I let the touch of my finger tip

Wake the dormant leaf.

Another Night

The night bears the silence

The night outshines the city lights.

The lyric flows

The past sinks deep into my heart

The past self has turned out to be false.

People party at night

I sense silence out of the bundle of noise.

Among the infinite space of silence

I try to look for a torch

And then a wall to touch.

When there is a touch of liquid on my hands

I was never quite sure what it was.

Could it be tears?

Tears from myself?

Or tears from the above?

The night always raises questions.

The night is always colder.

When I found a torch

I expected something warm.

Instead, I am lowered by the coldest truth.

A wall was only at the end of it.

I did manage to touch it.

Tonight is another night after another.

Tomorrow will be another night after this night.

The night gradually swallows up everything,

But the whiteness of snow.

Snow falls upon me,

I fall

Into another night.