A boy in the dark
星期四 十月 23, 2008 10:04 pm
From this window,
it is a patch of sky, up high, a cloud floating.
Beneath its shadow, poplar trees
stand tall in rows; leaves already fallen,
thin branches capture tiny grids.
Inside: cold, no light cast down,
like an abandoned well, deep, moldy.
Two frogs keep jumping then falling,
a never ending tale, in its monotone setting.
A spider crawls in and out,
its web dangled and empty.
No one sees the boy.
From his window, all is still and in the past.
Only in his dream,
the wind blows in dry leaves
with vibrant colors and lights.