Nov. 24, 02

       
Dusk falls and another day about to be gone
Wind blows the leaves, the arrangement yet undone
Eyes gaze upon the canvas of somber blue
As it grows quiet, grows quieter this familiar song

Footsteps become gradual the farer they advance
And leave remnant of foreign dust on the pavement
As evening paints the sky a deeper-blue shade
Wind blows the leaves while the leaves grow nonchalant

Oct. 11, 02

       
        I travel on a path leading into darkness as the night grows wearier and wearier. My shoes have been shredded from the journey.  I remember myself walking past trees after trees, one after another, each taller and taller, until I had no more energy to carry on.  I open my eyes and see surrounding me a black forest.  I've been laying on the ground, leaning on a tree trunk.  My legs feel intolerably sore and my starving stomach makes me lightheaded.

        After regaining consciousness, I look around and try to make out forms from the darkness.  I hear a constant background buzz that blurs into the silence of the night.  A chill creeps down my spine and makes me tremble. There is but a vast abyss of fear and uncertainty.  I remain in my position, sinking back into numbness.  I feel so lonely...

        I wake up again when rays of sunlight are cast into my eyes. The forest has changed. All around me are brown and green shades of the woods and leaves. I pluck some nearby wild mushrooms and gobble them. The chirping of the birds brings back my spirit and the sunlight gradually revives me. I look at the different paths the forest presents, and wonder again where I should go from here.

sky is blue
and earth is green
has me, has you
dwelling in dreams

wishes are gold
and love is pink
to have, to hold
when heart has wings

May 26, 02

       
        Morning today is harmonious than usual. Sky imbues glimmers from the sunlight hue somewhere hiding behind these threads of shower raindrops.          
        I feel a soothing contentment in the songs of birds chirping, in the wind that carries secrets of the Spring-born leaves.  How long my waking hours I been mesmerizing in this cradling atmosphere.  I want to understand the language that floats amongst the air. I want to cheer the morning along with these birds and trees; be my spirit as innocent and carefree as theirs. 
        Sky casts its shimmering light into my little room to find me dwelling in a corner of the dark shadow.  Light sheds on the scattered clothes on the floor. These clothes I wear have become a part of me to others; but in my room they would cover the floor like the clouds on the somber sky.
        I’m on a plane of my own thoughts, with the light of life infuses from the window. I’m with a new morning to grasp again a sense of my being.
I travel on the journey of the shades of lights the day has to give...And here, it’s shedding into my lil room, chasing away shadow.