Imagination

Your skin: Breeze
Your lips: Fire
Your body: Sea
Your eyes: Sky
Your bosom: Dream land
Your voice: Water
Your existence: The echo of my imagination
In moments of loneliness

needle hole

I looked through a needle hole
upon the world
A line became alley
A leaf became grass land
A bush became forest
The tears of an abandoned child
A rolling river of no ends
The bird of your eyes
Flew to magic-mountain
In the chill of the leftover night