Chinhooi Zhenhui

Under the streetlights  i see hundreds of people walking, stopping looking a little happy or sad a stranger to each other not a word is required passing each other by in the same or opposite direction sometimes someone will try to make eye contact or take a look at others other times they are just  chasing pavement footsteps confused gazes blurred they are getting closer just to get farther away.

Just how many things the moon does running in the vast empty sky running in the dense black woods across the slopes of desert snowy trench of wilderness even houses and ruins that have died thousands of times the moon is a just naive child going where humans live and don't searching at the edge of the unreachable horizon wanting to escape the nights that just can't be wanting to find a day where it will belong when we're talking about stars the stars that can glow by themselves are untouchably far away this happens to be kind of like us on this narrow road of unknown seeking a belief to trust in.

 Listening to the wind  lapping at the water's edge dust that comes  from faraway still floating above the current exchanging some time with a few old trees we're waiting for the sun to set over the waterfall waiting for the rainbow to gather its brilliance and drown the basement  of the valley waiting for the starry eyes to gently slide into the field of dream  waiting for a native voice to shout out my nickname old laurel tree reclining by the waterside full of the chanting of cicadas and cygnets and fragrance of flowers that's brimming dilapidated storehouse must have been in disrepair for years and years watermill, dredge and pipe a hard scab of time a handful of fallen leaves at this point drift by placing a kind of ache on someone's heart.    

A beautiful place amidst mountains where the sky is blue water is clear leaves are crimson mist surrounds clouds are close at hand the heart has decided to stay ever since with camera lens and eyes i take snapshots of splendid lives you'll love the silence of the night not a subtlest sound can escape the sensitivity the wind swirls little insects whisper magnificence of the meadow not a trace of dirt has tainted the pulchritude all of it makes me crave to take it all in I've been here already ans here has been somewhere in my heart  the ethereal spiritual realm I've been holding on to.    

Your lips fiery and carmine your hair with the smoothness  of knife your eyes seductive as sparkling poison lust donning the veil of love sweetened with sugary passion whispers in the ear leading innocence to the tempting chasm of dream melting determination into residuum  of wine pouring pride onto the freeway of desire crushing wisdom into paltry pallid cinders.

The nature I yearn for the mountain the water is what i mean  the freedom within my bones that grows wild with the flowers, the herbs the fireflies in the night when they fly into my eyes it's a poem a song when they flow into my ear the kind life i want is pure and simple but why has my shadow been so lost nowadays at least i need  the first rays of sunlight that shoot into the room that will feed the cactus  athirst in my soul  

Clouds  so light wind satiny soft i remember the old house even though shrouded in the depths of time even though covered with dust it is still my moon and stars an integral part  of my life this old house contains nostalgia and jubilation from my childhood perhaps little flowers by the corner of that wall many times have they visited  my gentle dream at night.