A Palm Tree’s Dream
星期五 十月 30, 2009 7:53 am
A Palm Tree’s dream
The night, a canvas sprayed by ink.
my dark hands stretch to clean.
Above my finger tips,
between gray and dark,
I scrape its indigo dust—
the emerging starlight
is too frail to sparkle.
Along the dim sky's rim,
an angel rinses her moonlight dress;
I watch
the beach bleached in pale.