Rain, Night
Tonight is a night of darkness
I meet specters in the mist
Though they stay unseen
The sky is churned turbid
Like an antique television set
Trembling as it delivers a messy mosaic vision
Tonight is a night of unrest
Taxi driver’s hand waves again and again
Adds inexplicable weirdness to the empty street
Only hear a drunken man vomiting
Singing for his tired and feeble reality
But he cannot enter the imagined beauty dreams
For his companion’s hand slaps hard on his back:
Wake up, wake up now
She hints, again and again
Yet if he wakes, will their shared romance
Or just another twining descent into sorrow?
Tonight is a night of smolder
A desperate cat’s wail still pierces the air
Unnerving my heart
An indifferent bus rushes by
At the corner in deep hours,
Supermarket’s incandescent lamp stands pale and stark
Gaping openly in the slumbering night
Who is sleeping? Or all awake?
Time is torn open, a long and narrow rift
Howling grandly through midnight
Should we be grateful
That humans eventually close their eyes
So that the night need not fear
Being pierced by burning gazes
Of joy, rage, grief, or fear
Never left in peace
Stirred into absurdity… What a farce
July 28, 2025, late night
Rain-traces, web my window
Densely declining
Like blossoms wilted in winter
Mottling of the parched skin
Courageous drops would devour
To fall again, from heights they plunge once more
Bear some obscure guilt
Cleansing the sorrows of others
No one could find the culprit
For looking up
You see millions of suspects
Which drop hit me
No way to trace it.
Gone without a sound
Lost in the drenching face of the downpour
Transparency is your disguise.
Pity,
The sky grows bluer.
2025.5.8