Path of yellow flower

Launch a line of poetry towards you in reverie
Perhaps it’s flown as leaves come back forest
Launch a word of love towards you and hopelessness
It no trace like wild bird-wing

I have through gone ground-bank of yellow flower
Mountaintops of livid stone and reeds of white
A love dream – heart rings in small bell
Through one port-bank still see next port-bank

Waking dreams are crumpled up
Letter-signs sprout to hear drip drop
I carry mid earth-sky of whitish moon
A bit of this pride acknowledged by blue sky!

Despite verses like fate of leaves turn back forest
I still launch numerously to cover evening foolishly
A love heart – hoof of wild horse fitfully
Small bell rings following paths of yellow flower…