The Wanderer’s Mood
Kiss of sky-earth
The intermingled landscape, all halos in a beam of golden
Which being cast by sunset sweeping towards
The west hills.
Mild wind scurried past the placid fields
A whiff of sweet-seeping grazing-grass fragrance
Nearer in a dreamy march rhythm
Sensed, a soaking of drunk inhaled in.
Shadows amongst mountains, trees, and vehicles
Gathered its harvest
Trail along causeway of green stream,
A queue of twisting pattern
Alluring
Vision at full stretch
Boundless.
My delicate tenderness
Intertwined with the crimson evening-clouds
Arms linked
Wafting and drifting,
Onwards and upwards.
Mounted on my rainbow horse
The last moisture of rain breaking through and glistening in,
Carrying the compass
My love and I dart towards the sweet-sorrow dating.
Emerald-green sleeves hang and dance with wind
Flaring and floating around in the air,
Lifting veils of maples of longings
A flush of shyness flows within.
By≠Paleink
2005-08-22