Dream Sage

Time start caravanto own way.

Lonely mendicant
always singing
the lunatic of love
on the mint of my heart.

Just advance the footstep,
 crossed the fence of sun
 like the young green grass.

I have drunk the love
 after the depth of darkness.

Heard the spiritual music
 from the milk way.

Life is a demonstrative object
 in a decorative showcase.

The untouched dream
 should not be reached
on the avenue.

They are always
stumbling on the alley.

Lost forever
on the midway
like morning dew.

If I could be a bride
 like shell on the top
of the peace.