From My Journal: Sunset, Etc

:1/09/2001 "I love sunset," you said I hear hopes and the whole lot on my dining table while chewing breakfast I sing my childhood songs :31/10/2002 before sun is erased by night hands my mother turn on all the lamp-eyes in the kitchen, verandah and guest room she does really afraid of the past which is waiting in the dark :07/06/2003 sunset like orange juice tear from your glass and the night is its stains in table-cloth I come here try to find the pieces of glass that fall crash the white café floor; glass that ever touch your lips, glass that ever kiss your lips, :21/12/2004 sunset enlighten swallow bird shadow fall on the sky shadow in puddle of your tears on the carpet of sands no more your shadow on top of my shadow :08/04/2005 since sunset o’clock there is me in waiting room in my hands pages of a novel open someone's affairs night who come late don’t bring any train that bring you :28/11/2006 Mountain of Saraung, umbrella of a village sun crawls too hard come to the windows on a couple of lover who is cursed to be a wall-stone I see there is no sunset