The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

Whisper are you listening? The leaves learning to walk with the wind Knocks the trees, returning from abroad The silence is sleeping inside And the white building floating on the grassland When the face of the sky turns feverish And the wind nurses the leaves Or a passenger from the waiting room Silently boarding in the midnight express Silence, the whisper back again Yellow from the sky And a thin white floating above, above the trees How the night embraces the grassland And how the rest of the breaths Walks along the bridge, opens the door again Like the leaves open too, and walk After the rain called the smell in And the wind across the boats Time like a wave from west to east corner And if faces are laughing while floating Few drops of dream from the wall Few rays of wind behind the curtain. Leaves are walking, yellow, and again green.

Come back, night there away smell Frangipani calling the wind As moon slips into the bush And the silent building sets in A few leaving the gate Evenings’ trace winning the glory Riverbed also dreaming As water allows the night To carry the breaths Into the island where a tone The riding horse and the dust behind Like a man’s journey in and into the sea Saw the glory? And earth Calling the roots As ocean drowning inside water Mountains rising rigid From heart, blowing with the green And grass whispering where water starts…