Sunday, 8 July 2012

热气球


One cold dawn it shall be..

that I'll dare to leave
fear and unfettered grief
my possessions oh so brief
untether the balloon, please..

..to let space arise under me

go where ye shall, cold breeze
dew on my cheeks, bones rickety
hey moon, that new sun silently east
up, up and away with me.. we are free!

 凯尔