Essence

If longing has many small hands
they get cheerful and grow at night
as owls have eyes with moonlight
Dream is meant to be fulfilled beyond
as river could not catch
but waves could reach
as snow could not bury
but could melt inside out
If the frail couldn't be more beautiful
it is the tenderness couldn't be more lovable
it is the resonance
to the untouchable breath and heartbeats
speaks the essence of petals and fragrance of spring
in speechless dew drops
or in joyful rain drops