Rocking bells

Jump up-up at the corner by accident

Knocking with the silent wings of the birds

Flared in the wind

Like flying over the Cuckoo’s nest

A dash of thick ink

Waking up a dream-heavy autumn chill

Along with the fallen petals under moonlight

Trod with a thoughtful way

Over the rain –season alley

Of long endless moss

Towarding the remote horizon

Drift away

The dark bluish sounds of the wind upon the till roof, bare-footed 

Hold a string of flower petals in the enchanted lips, dreaming

Coming and going, again and over again

Murmur dreamy-words semi-understanding

Suddenly shakes, the wind wakes with a windy quiver

Spreading the flower fragrance out of the clinging sleeves

 Pulsing and leaping petal rains around my closed eyes

Tread on the trembling dream

Forgetting the way of return