读作舟：二○○七的第一首诗

音乐中的我 睡意朦胧
突然的宁静 让我惊醒
“新年快乐!”---
怎么像是 一只熬过了冬天的蛾

外面，惯常的寂静：
云朵像水彩
在悄然而至的细雨里漾开。。。
时光去了却不再回来。。。

你的影子
漂浮在晨雾里
你的肌肤与发丝
都是没有写完的诗句

“新年快乐!”---
我细细品咂你的梦
那回眸一笑
化成雨后的蓝天


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I fell asleep in music
and woke up in silence
“Happy New Year!”---
A moth surviving winter

Outside, the usual quietness:
Clouds dissolving like watercolors
in the soundless drizzle---
Time disappearing...

The image of you
floats in the morning fog
The details of your flesh & hair
are words in an unfinished poem

“Happy New Year!”
I lick my lips to taste
your dream and you
smile back like a new sky

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