You are looking back

As if in the landscape of dreams,

 

Eyes shining in reflected light,

Of the mellow sun

 

Faint traces of the flaky cloud line…

 

It’s the voice that is more vital

Splitting into laughter,

 

For your multiple gazes

In search of lengthening shadows,

 

Embracing solitude and emptiness…

 

For all that is said and done

The squeal and shriek of birds

 

Like an offbeat puzzle

Splintered rocks stick in cracks

Ruins for a new exploration

Rhymes with the yellow light

 

You want to be the Master of the time.