宅

宅

我隔着一口窗 想探索外头的世界去
看哪 天空是多么地晴朗 大地是多么地翠绿 阳光和熙
到外头玩儿去吧

于是 我拉开窗口 想伸手去触碰外头那净透的碧空 那白云 那青草
还有那几只羽毛光亮光亮唧唧喳喳的不知名小鸟

飕
嗖嗖的冷风让我却步了
我的双眸 无言地凝视着外头的景色
我的心 已全心全意地跃进了这筑起的四面墙里
无尽处
把自己淹没了

放肆

这只小羊，我想是被困在栏里头太久了吧。把栏门给开了，她也不晓得出来透透气。半拉半就地，方甘愿踏出那熟悉又安全的圈圈...

栏外头其实也真得挺不错的。自由。身边还有个牧羊人，时时看顾着她、守护着她。虎视眈眈的狼群亦不敢踏进半步。安全。

是时候该回到栏里去了。这小羊却耍起别扭。放肆。这下可好，牧羊人受不了，拿起鞭子，就往小羊的身上抽了一下。就只一下。鞭痕留在身上。她无力地躺在地上，等待再次被拖进原来的圈圈里。

唉。听听话话地，乖巧顺服不就好了嘛。至少免受皮肉之苦。不是一早就知道，终究得回到她那仅有的空间里头去嘛？又何必做出无味的反抗呢？

多余。

Tranquil chaos

I have been in bed for hours
but I'm sure I'm wide-awake,
for my head is filled with visions
of a forest by a lake--

I hear frogs and crickets calling,
I'm aware of fireflies,
I can see the moon reflected
in an owl's unblinking eyes.

I tiptoe very softly pass a hive of drowsy bees,
high above,
a cloud meanders,
tiny stars shine through the trees.

I sit beside the water
as a silent swam glides by,
I climb a breezy hilltop,
where I seemingly touch the sky.

I watch the fishes splashing
in a clear and crystal stream.
It's a very lovely forest,
far too real to be a dream...

Oh...
I'm trying so hard
to shut down my mind,
that I can rest well
-calmly
-peacefully
Yet, hardly I can...

I shouldn't read Narnia before going to bed><

不悟

。。。
点了杯咖啡
不加糖
不加奶
特浓的斋啡

〉〉确定？摆出副充满疑惑的神情
嗯，劳烦你了。
〉〉自讨苦吃的家伙，待会儿可别摆出一幅苦不堪言的样子。白痴！

嗯，对！我是白痴。保持微笑
〉〉...怎么被听见了？！

纸船儿

一天天的
我把纸船一个个的放在奔流的溪水里
我在上面写了你的名字和住址
还有我的祝福
是用又大又黑的字母写上的
想让你瞧得清清楚楚

我从院子里摘了些合欢花
装在小纸船里
盼这些曙光之花能在夜间安全地运到你那儿去

夜来了
我把我的脸儿埋在手臂里
我梦见我的纸船在子月星光下向前漂浮
漂浮
精灵乘着纸船航行
我看见他们把纸船交到你的手里

Buonanotte~still night

It is so still, so still tonight,
there is no sound at all--
No tapping on a windowpane,
no footsteps in the hall,
no barking dog or screeching cat,
no rustle of a windy leaf,
no raindrops overhead...

It is so still, so still tonight,
I lie beneath my covers
with my little pillow to my ear,
and my breathing and my heartbeat
are the only sounds I hear.

Buonanotte~colours

Night is here, and night is there,
and night is all around,
I feel its presence everywhere,
and yet it makes no sound.

And, so its time to close my eyes,
and dream the night away,
until the sun lights up the skies,
and welcome back the day.

Yet, I can hardly close my eyes.
There is a query in my mind--

What happens to the clolours when night replaces day?
What turns the wrens to ravens,
the trees to shades of grey?

Who paints away the garden when the sky's a sea of ink?
Who robs the sleeping flowers of their purple and their pink?

What makes the midnight clover quiver black upon the lawn?
What happens to the colours?
What brings them back at dawn?