I Am Like A Leaf

The silence is broken: into the nature 

 My soul sails out, 

Carrying the song of life on his brow,

  To meet the flowers and birds.

When my heart returns in the solitude, 

  She is very sad,

Looking back on the dead passions

 Lying on Love’s ruin. 

I am like a leaf

  Hanging over hope and despair, 

Which trembles and joins 

 The world’s imagination and ghost. 

At night the Universe grows lean, sober-

faced, of intoxication,

The shadow of the half-sphere curtains

down closely against my world, like a 

doorless cage, and the stillness chained by

wrinkled darkness strains throughout the Universe to be free.

Dawn lofting and dusk lifting,

Dusk arising from the sinking dawn.

But I, like a leaf, keep stationery and pale, in despair,

Experiencing no change in expressionless emotions.

Just waiting on my autumn blush cheeks,

To be rained with the monsoon tears...