归巢 By≠Paleink 晃动的风铃跳在偶然的转角 碰着飞鸿无声扬起的翅 象是归巢 一抹飛溅的浓墨 惊起一泓深眠的秋凉
沿着月光下散落的花瓣 迈着思绪畅满的步履 漫过雨季长长漫漫的青苔小巷 向着遥远的天涯 渐远
暗蓝的风声赤着足在屋瓦上 妩媚地噙一串花瓣 梦游 反复地来来去去 呓语着梦的似懂非懂 倏忽间, 风陡然醒来 抖落满袖的衣香 我闭目聆听飘跃的花雨 落在梦乡里微微颤动的幻想 忘了归路 Rocking bells Jump up-up at the corner by accident Knocking with the silent wings of the birds Flared in the wind Like flying over the Cuckoo’s nest A dash of thick ink
Waking up a dream-heavy autumn chill
Along with the fallen petals under moonlight Trod with a thoughtful way
Over the rain –season alley Of long endless moss Towarding the remote horizon Drift away The dark bluish sounds of the wind upon the till roof, bare-footed Hold a string of flower petals in the enchanted lips, dreaming Coming and going, again and over again Murmur dreamy-words semi-understanding Suddenly shakes, the wind wakes with a windy quiver Spreading the flower fragrance out of the clinging sleeves Pulsing and leaping petal rains around my closed eyes Tread on the trembling dream Forgetting the way of return |