There is a wispy sound in the dark
I cannot tell, is this your groan
or the memory from many years ago
on my bare forehead
stepping tone
Say goodbye in the dark
Grow up in the dark
The warmness in the dark, a body
against another body, the stroke
cannot be seen. Only the fragrance of drink
residues, in the glass of the dark
speaking out flirting words
as soft as cheese
In her mouth, a crow holds a slice of cheese, on a tree
A fox is flattering, below the tree
The crow smiles happily, the cheese falls into the fox’s mouth
The story spreads out and passes on to us
It is the story about you and me
For a beautiful word
we walk up to cliff, and
dash ahead regardless of our life
Until our black hair
is burned out by the fire of time
we turn around and look back, trying to distinguish
the fox and the crow
the man and the woman
those similar loving words and eye expression
La Fontaine we are here
listening to ancient chime in the dark
to whispering sound of guitar
to flickering of well water in moonlight
to flower boldly blooming arms
to moist footstep of night traveler
Perhaps the sunshine is burning far
But we are growing up in the dark
We have grown up in Plato’s allegory of the cave