(walk on by....)

Me

I like taking off, like leaving
Like having a new dream through my life
Far away through the waters, traversing as I like
Not bothered by the direction of the stars

I like to stay, like longevity
Like to plant thousands of trees in an orchard
Quietly waiting for winter lightning, summer rains
Spring beauty and autumn fruits
Just like to have life's innocent hopes
Just a sort of comfort with slow growth

I like the colour slowly washed out by the ages
Like the song that was never sung out by anybody

I like to write a long poem in the night
And then at this cool breezy morning,
Reading each line one by one
Slowly crossing out,
Every word associated with

You