Hunting Athena

I’ve listened to you
Like the sound of
A window opening
At the apex of Spring

I smelled your fragrances
Like your body that craved to be touched
I’ve listened for your whispers
Like the sound of the Sea

There are dunes where your
Breasts begin, and your nipples finish
I drive the boat of dreams
I listen for the sound of your

Quiet and faster breathing
I carried your longing in my loins
To capture the heart of your claim
To make art, in small beginnings

To summon the roar of summer
You took me into your bed
With the clamour of our hearts
We made old music, begin again

I’ve listened to you
Like a harp of ancient times
Night is growing a storm’s touch
In your embrace, at midnight.

I Clutch Tightly to the Blurring of You

In that erroneous age, the twenties
I had such ‘illusions’
I lived with love
And made only art
Hoping I would be able to eat tomorrow

I never averted my eyes
From rainbows and fountains
From women who seemed
In touch with a higher reality
Like a sweet heart

I buried my lips in the snow
Only to feel it melt in my spring
Then I turned thirty, and everything changed
I had only ‘poems’ to call my own

I lived alone
And made my heart
One with honeybees:
Honey looks different with age.

Selected Poem of Taiwan


The sunlight swears
Under her breath
Like sunspot flashes
That flicker against the sky
A tumult of faster than
The speed o flight

She returns her patch of little flowers
And cuts with diamonds
And her golden woozy smile
In the end, even the rocks below her
Will germinate, for she is fertile
Like the sandy beaches of a billion planets
The sunlight swears

Under her breath
A wet omen of things to come
Like ocean splashing
Thirst into the souls of creatures
That flowers there against the earths
A tumult of lightning faster

Than the growth of life
Between the sunlight and the tree-shadows
Your life passes like a falling branch
Softly ringing through the night
The forest is a dying place
A vivid film of your soul
Leaping in the moonlit filled wind.

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The Return

Dear, the road is long yet
Don’t go so near, the end of hope
Write your address
I will come find your soul
Pick it up from the weary journey
Lifting the transparent storm-curtain
From the graveyard of your self-pity
Dear, I’ve lived there too
Don’t be so brave to play with doom
Tell me your greatest pain
And I shall melt it with my love
The quiet enduring friendly voice
You’ve heard me before
A green disk of land, an Oasis
There, you will leave your
Weary dreams, to my bronze drum
And we shall dance, until eternity.

The Generations

My dark eyes came from dark nights
The story from which I had to arrive
I turn my face of silence aside
To the center direction, inside
There is no solace in this world for me
I however use my darkness
To look for light, where the galaxy
The stars which are my eyes
Burn for life, life’s funny games
In the places where the night
Grows darkest, I have survived
My dark eyes come into densest night
Lamps crowd together as lovers
Who dream an hour by necessity
To exchange some light and darkness
The story from which we depart.