The Wandering Soul
no one allowed accompany him
a lonely spirit in the dark of the night
wanders with the bone-chilling air, shivering
when he traipsed to find a place to set root down
it was always autumn during which time he was a flesh
that’s why; he was rolling on the ground pushed and shoved
by the wind seeking a inn for a night’s rest but was not found one
nonetheless, in the world of flesh with emotional changes
following the high and low of the wave
speed and direction of the flow of water
facial expression changes though hide it behind the darkness;
there, occasionally, was a shadow came and accompanied
to comfort me the lonely flesh in times, he stood there
as a saddened Pierrot dyed red under the setting sun
and other occasions, he stood amidst of a field of hardship
watching rising sun became a scarecrow
but now, he who even lost own shadow wanders in the deep sea beyond the sky not knowing why he has to roam as a spirit
what’s all about the moon
what you got to do with the sun
the water behind the fog and the clouds
runs into the nether world and continue pours into the highest heaven
and in this chaotic phenomenon
the poor spirit wanders to find a one
though he doesn’t know who this one would be
when, after all, the spirit sobs for unbearable loneliness
the time stops, his tears fill the void of ceased time
with the story full of miseries
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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