had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light, i would spread the cloths under your feet: but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.



untitled (one).
for huimin.

untitled (one).

let's just say
that the paths we were forced upon
caused the ending of yesterday's memories
the intangible lines between us
were cut then; even now i can hardly see
how we were ever stuck together, glue-like
oh, we tried for a while,
but the fatigue of keeping the channel open
did no more than hasten its demise
inadvertently we polarised
you; pure as white
and i blackened black
by the trials of the other life
that had displaced the one we used to have
and by then
our grays had ceased to exist


a poem, written out of nowhere during lunch break, circa 4th august 2004. subject: a dying friendship which to this day i am still wondering how to reconnect the wires of.