When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have but the past to parent us?

I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Children picking up our bonesWill never know that these were onceAs quick as foxes on the hill;

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Great writers experience their dreams. They put them on paper, where others can read about them.