The Inner of Life

The road is too beautiful
The leaves beneath the tree
And darkness is light asleep
Lost in the haze of the dream

The green grass is grown
The child is growing old
Suffocated in black clouds
Free the fear and the pain

[Speaking in silence]
“That was a dark time in his life. For more than a year, he had been struggling with all these of the dark side.” – Dave

“Erh... I figured I might as well follow that advice.” – Rick

“What are you talking about? I don’t get it.” – Mitchel

“Well, the poetry.” - Rick

“But you... you have complicated eyes which is full of imagination.” - Mitchel

The dream that being dreamed
But now it is all the past
For long you live and high you fly
Is all your life will ever be

Where you’re coming from
And to where you’re going to
The time... is an endlessly
Never can be drown in ocean

Tree within tree
Stone within stone
Light within light
Water within water

The child envisioned the mother
Kept from beneath her wings
Probably turns out to be in the rain
When would you pay the return?

The child envisioned the father
The dew of words, a fresh grass
The wise moon that brighter
Or the river which is endless

Time and space and emotion
Dimension of life and death
No navigator to lead the way
How about to spread the wings?

Time is ticking and does not wait
Or to be stopped though, too
Or have its hands kissed
Which way will you heading?

“Every morning after that, he has been in poetry in a way he’d never experienced. With his all imaginations he has, he written more which was where he learned about the life.”
– Dave

“I was in the midst of a suicidal depression and about to be drowned.” – Rick

“This is the inner of life.” – Rick