Bullet

Air slipped up my nose,
Arms of shadows I felt embraced me,
Slitering pass me were venomous lights I witnessed,
Shades of darkness thundered through my ears,
Then I had a tete-a-tete with the fiery Sun, and cried.
Distant but breathing, I condemned faith,
Near but grieving, I prayed not so,
Alive but grudging, I wished out tears,
Dead but loving, I wepted my soul,
Only present proves poignant.

Pray not, hope not, only see,
Bear no soul so credulous,
Trust not the silhouette of faith,
Not until I see your face of magma eyes.

Strut yourself back through the moonlight where I walked past,
Bring back the tornadoes of your heart in your pockets,
Shine away all the abysses in your path that bite at you,
Bullet through the oceans of time,
I will be waiting for you, under the sunshine clouds.

Chionh Zhe Wen