What we expect
To happen to us
*
The greatest wish
On the surfing board
Across the ocean
*
My heart grows
Angels pour rain
Flows as the river
*
All the windows are
Like ports for restless
Dark clouds
*
My Grandpa says,
“I have my walking stick
And don’t need anyone.”
*
The Sun breaks up
The restless breeze
Fragrance of the rose
*
Surprise!
Sun goes round the Moon
It snows in July.
*
Whole life is
Made into the path
Between the extremes
*
It aches so much
The nail inside the shoe
Foot gets mad
*
The acorn falls
On my head
Nothing hurts
*
Like a mystery
Like a resourceful power
My childhood
*
These what keeps us
restless for so long
will be behind us
*
Right then when
we were going
we should stay
*
Seemingly so far
and different but
so close and wanted
*
Every midnight
I encourage you gently
by my thoughts
« return.