From My Journal: Sunset, Etc
:1/09/2001
"I love sunset," you said
I hear hopes
and the whole lot on my dining table
while chewing breakfast
I sing my childhood songs
:31/10/2002
before sun is erased by night hands
my mother turn on all the lamp-eyes
in the kitchen, verandah and guest room
she does really afraid of the past
which is waiting in the dark
:07/06/2003
sunset like orange juice tear from your glass
and the night is its stains in table-cloth
I come here try to find the pieces of glass
that fall crash the white café floor;
glass that ever touch your lips,
glass that ever kiss your lips,
:21/12/2004
sunset enlighten
swallow bird shadow
fall on the sky shadow
in puddle of your tears
on the carpet of sands
no more your shadow
on top of my shadow
:08/04/2005
since sunset o’clock
there is me in waiting room
in my hands pages of a novel
open someone's affairs
night who come late
don’t bring any train
that bring you
:28/11/2006
Mountain of Saraung,
umbrella of a village
sun crawls too hard
come to the windows
on a couple of lover
who is cursed to be a wall-stone
I see there is no sunset
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