Sonnet 107
Laijon Liu 20160531
Brave into the
night, a moment of rush eternal
Behold the golden sun
that never sets in your heart
Spring gently
wriggles in you, feel that tremor
Those withered
leaves are gaining fresh costume
Brittle wings
gradually expand, intermitted flap
Melody of valley and
caves wake from icy dream
Lustful wind
returns, kisses, caresses everywhere
All things wild,
to seize this temporary pleasure
Glory to our being, not
to the wasted shame
Possess now what
must be lost forever soon
Top speed, out of
smog, out of reality
Nothing catches us
till that final crash
Monuments? Crowns?
Tombs?
I don’t wanna be
buried alive.
