Date Posted:18:37:44 01/14/03 Tue Author: xi Subject: 001A blooming secret
A blooming secret
miss you.
the smooth secret glides on the tip of my tongue
i am writing your name.
a naughty tiny bird fades in under my pen
and flies far away
don¡¦t you know?
a strange language is a bridge
a little broken bridge
where I stay and let the words build up bays
how can birds remember springs
while leaves keep falling from birdsongs?
how can you remember me
while I am being a bird
singing in its way?
when I sing
those words I sing will become butterflies
let them hide in trees
and grow to be the flowers you like to watch
don¡¦t you know?
you are the flower
blooming in my tongue
I can¡¦t say
