when autumn brings memory

this is the same boulevard

that we passed many many nights

three hundreds full moon ago

i tried to freeze the time

and felt the breeze

one more time

here on this boulevard

it was the moment

when autumn leaves

confessed to the trees

-that lined up witnessing-

their commitment

to the wildest dreams…

the same dreams

we dared to have

it was the time

when things were just right

and we painted our hearts

with the colors

that autumn brought

it was the memory

-i won’t let go-

when we celebrated the splendor

of the flying leaves

when sweet breezes kissed

the falling leaves

and we stood there

amazed by the bliss…

symphony

up on the peak

cold and lonely

i stop and see

my destiny…

gloomy grove

gleaming dew

gnawing gulch

gurgling sea

all stare at me

asking me to

lift my feet

and flap my wings

to greet the vivid view

the one where i see you
to fetch our forgotten dreams
and stitch them 
in our hearts
our own symphony
the greatest harmony

basket of life

and…

i’ve live my life

fruitful and true

though the sun

is going down

i have  no reason

to sad and mourn

it’s the Creator’s  pattern

that i’ve been  weaving

from dusk to dawn

in my basket of life

my life journey

intertwines neatly

in the basket i weave

and i enjoy every moment

as it comes

life is weaving 

what  i should

things that i put

into my basket

and what i take out

from it…

the intermingle

between

taking a chance

and let  things  go

i weave my basket

with love and care

not a single regret

dropped and shattered

everything is held

strong and tight

against the storm

in the darkest night

now my days are numbered

one by one

how could i stop it?

the time has come

why  should i  be afraid?

let’s  smile and laugh for

i’ll share this love to you…

the joyful of weaving

of my basket of life….