The day is leaving...

it's the last step of today...
the sky's...hugging the Earth...
That...
dreams with the birds...
two or three different tone...take a walk...
so...
the day is passing by...
..
On open windows...

blue sky...green forest, the flying birds...
..
also...words dream...
strain ...between two worlds
calm in the siging of birds
the singing of birts in my calm
..
my identity...
is not waiting for me in the stars...
..
I look at myself...in your eyes...
your pulse and breathing...
the scent of your absences...
...
high and low tides with the motor of music..
laughs...
tears...
It's me...
..
quiet…is so quiet, the birds are quiet

the awakening Moon is drifting out

...I sit still, think nothing, see everything and see nothing

....

don't worry...
I know the way out...
I know the meaning of your absence...
The day is leaving...

but  I'm busy with my mind to wait for the another day...

Zhang-Wilhelm
张威廉