Dewy Morning




The blue, opaque sky
Seems frozen.
Clouds scattered,
A few...

A song can be heard
Far,
Far away...

Just echoes respond,
Repeating the motion
Again and again.

It seems the eternity goddess
Is kept in the tiny grass blades
With dew - jewelries in her hair...

Dew is her name now;
When the sun rises high
She will just fade in the memories net,
But as the evening comes back,
A brighter and stronger return she will get,
With more love and passion to share and unwrap.

(July 10, 2001)