talk to a fish
星期四 一月 15, 2009 10:54 am
If my eyes were sweet lakes,
I would let you slip in,
yet they are salty oceans,
with my heart sunken to the bottom.
You belong upstream
where daffodils bow their blossoms,
and birds mirror your swimming.
And I, trapped within thin air,
recall a recurring dream:
among the flaming corals,
he waves; never
have I caught sight of his face!