本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I dream of you in crimson,
morning sun blazing in glory,
maple leaves flaming on skyline;

Through silvery threads, you are sailing,
sheer wings gliding upon crescent,
light drizzle drifting in shine.

The city below railed by yellow ribbons,
streets inside muted in cold reminiscence;
The slim buildings huddle in silence,
as crowds hunting for evidence.

They spin time wheel to chase,
plow shadow of each angle,
your smiling posters traverse the entire city
carried by heartbroken citizens.

The coming spring is very cold,
even chilly as the breaking news;
candles and cards confide our yearning,
wish you heaven, a peace world to reside in.

You cup a red lantern into my dream,
pour gentle light upon my poem,
starlets gleaming in your eyes,
resonate in soft primal unison.

Whirlwinds take away my tear,
streams moisten my tone,
The angel, a presence very near,
walk you into the eternal heaven.

Breezes mindly blow its rustle,
beachs warmly cradle its ocean.
Where you lay shall burst beautiful blossom,
Who you suffered from, shall pay for his crime.

May wind bring in your fragrance,
may birds sing in your tune,
may love ones weave your hopes,
may tramp find your lantern...

I prime my dream in each line,
hone blue off my mind.
My voices echo with tsunami howling,
"Toronto, no more weeping! "更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net