Romantic Poems

To the moving away wind
I whispered your name
a leaf fell
and I entrusted
the moving desire
to the moulted cloud
...
your name

As this raining afternoon delivered
silence that colored the top of those weeds.
The wind would whispered to the rapid raining
that figured in the drizzling
as your name

A shadow fell to the water
shaken in silent
to grow a felling
a stalk of leaf fell off
written a desire
scratched on
your name

My life evaporated with hope
As everything is no longer the same
The end of expectation came as a company
As I found a grasp of love...

There would come a time
that the rain would come back to the cloud
to meet the winds and the stars
and the sun that always dance

There would come a time that
the party should be over
the room needs to be cleaned
from the noise of laughter,
scattered garbage,
and glitters of dreams

There would come a time
we should open the window of the room
so there would come the fresh air,
or perhaps a bird that would call at
or take a visit
or just let the room empty
so it would be easier to get cleaned

There would come a time
we will meet again
in the place where we began

...

in this place

The smell of the soil after the rain
always reminded me to keep loving

life,
the sun,and the sadness
as I always love...

And I wanted nothing more than your shadow
to accompany me having a cup of tea
in one afternoon
when I was bubbling about dreams and

hopes
yes, your shadow is enough
since that the one only thing that is real