SITTING AT HERE

When the sun just turned red
Golden clouds flew in the west
And my heart still beat softly.
Under this old tree
I was alone, wandering along the singing winds
Time’s still green on the branches
With some birds’ playing a strange song.
In this moment
I have seen the space dancing
Yellow light undulating like the waves from far away
Time shimmering in the last hours of the day
The color blushed from the hill as far as a return realm
I was at here
As if sitting for thousands of years
This place’s familiar
And as nobody knew it
But the afternoon sun and the winds passed suddenly
Maybe they knew me in a long time ago
The peace of mind
Present
Wordless
And just my heart, still dancing lightly
In the endless of time light.
TNTQ