Each window has a light
Some goes out, some is on
Deep pool in eye, the secret is unpredictable
The expression swept by water
where is it drifting
The light at window floats the drizzle of words
flying to the wheat field and farmhouse
On a branch of bird songs exists eyelashes of curtains
There is dripping salt in serene lake by curtain moving
Good morning, the purple gown of lavender
The story written by time on a tree
has just been washed by dew
broadcasted every day at the window
Through the spider web on the roof
you see the life struggling helplessly
The spider moving slowly
drags a heavy mist
The wind comes and goes, bringing
birch’s stare in music
like a butterfly flying to window
salvaging the sunken ship under the wave of eyes
The rain thread ties tree branches
The mood is always disconnected
but never yielding
believing that at the blue seaside
mermaid will walk out from sea spray
Whitecaps lick the silver sand of time
How do we
live like sunshine at window
like wheat seedlings of rain
like apple tree branch
All of these
relate to how do eyes observe the world