Fall Trance

Look over there        
those cliffs love overlooking        
as secluded recluses        
their long hair woven with creeper and vines        
detangled their locks by ocean breezes        
decorated with bowties        
the oblong pink fruits sprinkle fragrant purple juice        
       
Look at the ocean        
the surface is sedate this date        
for some unknown reason        
his hands gently caress the seashore        
whistling the only vibrant roar        
hope I am lying on the beach        
listening to their heavenly ecstasy        
while the dashing laps crush into the rocks          
       
Look at me        
a Muller’s barbet        
perching on the pine top        
the sun bathes me with its marine blue beams        
the wind blows me with its grass green breath      
everything seems not the same as usual        
make my mind state uncasual        
perhaps it’s because of        
the one still on a long travel        
       
Wish him        
his return’s packed with lucks        
A path strewn with roses