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FOR YOU..

we didn't go to the sea together..
and you've gone back to the sea.. alone..

you hear the wind of the sea
and I imagine the caress of the sea..

winter is going..
to where..
to the start..



THINKING ABOUT'CHU

sometimes..
wondered.. what's peaple..? world..?

but I know
we should wonder just about ourselves..
Realize about yourself, your mind, your attitude for the world..
the sounds and words can speak to the world..
i thought like that..

i knew just the mind..
always I wanted to find the way in you..
that's what ham is..

night..



AFTERNOON.. SLOWLY..

this afternoon hesitates between the day and the night..
everything is running slowly like dream, like legs in the dream..
free to be able to cry
free to run toward anywhere
free to be free..
slowly.. my afternoon gives smoothness to your early morning..



RAINBOW

do you know where the rainbow starts..
I've seen.. that..

they say dream is just dream.

when i was young i imagined the place the rainbow starts..and wanted to touch it..
but I knew it's just a dream..

and now,
i know dream is not just dream.
shall we dream it...no fear..no wonder..



FISH

he said..
we are fish..

so far..
but we have the sea and small river..
so in the water we can go anywhere..
our way to reach each other is in the water now..
when i walk along my river
i should look into the river,
my big fish might swim and come in there from the ocean to see me..
if i see my fish, then I add my teardrops in my river..
my fish will taste my tear..and go back to the ocean..



WEAKNESS

I know so well..
the sweetness of weakness
the tenderness of crying..
more or less
we all addicted that..

it's so bright day,
in the bus,
with songs singing about summer afternoon, girls and a nap..
cried a little bit.. sweetly, tenderly

i thought want to melt away..



WET WINDOWS

days I got lost
getting dull..
have no sign, have no smell, have no hope, have no way..
feel still more empty
try as I can
just I'm staring

like raindrops
wandering and vanishing



DAYS

I was sinking..
to the depths of the sea with faint breathing..
like the hurt fish
wounded fins and scales
just drifted with the wave of the dark..
I saw the hand immersed into the water
shaking,turn pale.. and snatched this fish from the dark
to the warm sand..salty winds..
in big hands with colours
breath..fall gently asleep..



FACES

yes..
who might be interested in our faces..
everyone has own face.. no faces same..
each face is a trace..
sometimes scar.. sometimes light..
the face has his own way..lonely but affectionate scene..
and there is such a special face in front of you..
it becomes the whole world..
we read our own faces.. and..
we make the world have interest in our faces..
let them look back at their own faces and this special face..
that's why we read our faces last winter..



CURTAIN AND GUITAR

he bought yamaha guitar and the white curtain..

so big window needs this curtain
also so big love needs that ..
sometimes to keep from sheeps in colours or cows passing by..
sometimes to bring us to the full star sky
or to the soft voice of the sea..
then he will play guitar with songs of the sea
and i will dance with the waves of this curtain
in the moon light shining..
in the starry night..



READING WITH CLOSING EYES

it was a jealous cold in early spring night..
on the way back home
in underground
holding one book whispering to my mind
i heard Rome, two eyes at night, eternity and naked lovers
in the book..

had a sigh..then closed my eyes..
with words
started to fly away to naked and sweaty night.. to feel that.
on the subway reading book with closing eyes..
suddenly all songs started to flow slowly..



DISTANCE

there is a distance
in my mind and with others as well
there is a road
everywhere i walk is the road
there is a long way
although walk to somewhere
always long distance and on the road as long as i walk
dream.. running
like slow running in my dream..
soon i go far away
then this long distance will become as much close as possible



WATER

like water..
flow over me..
and I swim on you
sometimes we are fish
but sometimes we are just water
wet throughout and absorb each other to be one..
two transparent beings not to be devided.



IN THE MORNING

in the morning
we were in the water.
water came from our eyes..
it was the morning,
sunshine poured in from the window
our tears were pouring down.
slowly your finger was caressing my tears
my tongue licked up your tears.
we were crying like wounded birds.
we were singing mutely..
it was the morning.