Breeze of the Coming-Fall

Hmmmfffffhhhhhh.....hmmmshhhhhhhh


Empty breath yet richness flow
Peek and slide through my window
A distinct clear, and humble touch
Complaisant fume, caress me much


When cloud replace what sun embrace
as rain sweeps out what dirt cast about


I stood upon the gleaming cloud
Silvery white, on a blue canvas draw out
And golden rays disperse
Make it perfect,  attaining verse


A whistle so distant I can hear
Across a thousand sea from here
With barking dog and singing cricket
Flowing streams and chrysant in bucket


[and the eagle up above, search the moon and wake her up]


Oo busy city where's your shout
In here and now, you lose your proud
Down to earth you bow and praise
Upon the tender one you're so amazed


Oo lively street I fond you now
A ticking clock race me somehow


I sing, I praise, I grab my shawl
this is the breeze of the coming-fall

BCN, September 2011 - upon a cloudy day from a balcony with a lit kretek and a memory crack.