Mirage

It is you
the sweet aromatic wine I am drunk on

It is you
the alluring painting I stand admiring

It is your smile
like the willows in the breeze
brushing over my inner chamber
moving me to brace your fragile physique
longing to store this moment forever

It is you…but surely it isn’t you
wandered off with the same smile
lingering around my lost soul

I cannot behold my desire
How I wish you would
return with the same smile
squeeze in my arms once again

It is you…but surely it isn’t you
kin to an icy heart

I stand catatonically
in the storm
let the raging wind and rain
slash and break this
once in a life time
mirage

是你如一杯醇酒
使我醉倒
难道不是你如一幅影画
使我久久不愿离去
并不是因为你挽留的目光
而是因为你如风的浅笑
拂进我坦白的心田
曾用我温柔的臂膀
拥着你轻捷的双肩
奢望拥有你满生的感情
是你 绝对不是你
那么俏皮地从我怀里逃离
向我浅浅一笑
笑荡漾在我坦白的心田
却掩饰不住我心中的盼望
希望还是一笑 你能
再次钻进我温柔的臂膀
你 绝对不是你
冰冷的内心
还挤出如酒的笑容
让我 醉倒 让我 茫然而不知所措
张开的怀抱 只好
偷偷垂下交抱胸前 在
雨下 被敲打
清醒地一晃那今生不再有的
海市蜃楼

Dressing a Wound

Facing a raw wide open wound

I have no magic hands to heal

All that I have I give to dress the wound

in due time

it heals with its own stamina.

Flowing from a pure heart

dripping kind intended words

washing mud, dust and grime

or anything irritating, infecting or scaring

placing tender loving caring gauze

covering with a prayer of blessing

May your wound be healed

with the little persistent gesture I express

I am no nurse no carer

I am a stranger in the cyber space

Only my soul sees your pain and tear

All that I have I give to dress your wound