A Pool of Water
A forked tongue promises to a bat
A bright future
Flying bubbles and balloons
Under the arcade of the afterglow.
There, flowerless trees bear
Fruits, like pomegranates, to a palmful size,
And every creature, stoned by its aroma of elixir,
Wears the smile of Buddha.
The sun takes away its yin doubles on the water
To their tryst, for playing hide-and-seek,
Where the rifle of happiness
Begins to smoke in the semi-dark.
High up, the half moon crawls along the uncharted blue,
And it holds most patches of the weight in a full moon;
A nocturnal bird charms a big snake into holding up its head
As if it has swallowed a Viagra.
The pond has drowned many stars
But they clarify it from within,
And it breathes its sourness to the early morning;
It will shine like its newborn golden baby.
March 17, 2009