Frame
星期四 七月 23, 2009 9:12 am
Neither could we hide feelings -
they are like gushing springs among melting snow,
or an emerging moon from thin clouds,
Nor could we bury them -
they become our ordinal life
like apples, pears and plums in a kitchen plate.
But, we can make an agreement -
frame them on the living room’s wall
and nail them behind iron bars.
Beyond a knife’s threats,
we can continue admiring their existence,
escaping ourselves into a surreal view.
When the wall grows packed,
old paintings will be removed.
Still, one by one, unseen from the wall,
yet visible in our heart.