A Faceless Bird

What I recall is
its sexy alto voice.
Not sure. Maybe it was soprano.
In fact, nothing I can remember
except a delusion;
A bird sang a love song for me.

If I go back to the forest,
could I pick out the bird?
If the bird sing a song for me again,
could I recall that delusion?

Nah!
Should I ask other birds?
Otherwise,
I could put my memory in a birdcage
and just wait for our fate unfold…

Treasure

Mind of a butterfly,
hovering over a flower
even when it’s taking a nap
with its wings folded;
Flower is THE treasure of a butterfly.

What is my treasure?
Who is my treasure?
My mind;
Where is it wandering around?
Where is it snooping around?

My delighted smile;
Sweet dreaming?
Not because of a vision of Jesus;
I am still a butterfly
even with my feeble flip-flap.

You can have fantasy

If you love me, you can have cute fantasy.
Make a white horse out of my ugly donkey.
Turn my run-down shack into a beautiful palace.
Let my rags become a fabulous ball-dress.

A nameless man passing by you
is transformed into a prince by your eyes.
An invisible man loitering around you
is transfigured into a special man by your cares.

Ah! Do not shatter your fantasy.
Your fantasy is
my daily bread,
my real clothes,
my only shelter,
my ever-lasting life.

When you fantasy wears a thick shell and
becomes my unbreakable fantasy,
you can get out of the fantasy and
watch the reality with ecstasy.

Special Woman [Gospel of Mary P10:1-6]

Half of people in the world is woman; even Don Juan
can’t love all of them. He might be able to love all the
beautiful women, but there must be a special woman
he loves in a special way just like Jesus who loves all
women as well as man loves Mary Magdalene in a
different  way, then who would be my special woman?
Not an easy question to answer; how many married
man would say, “My special woman is my wife”. My
wife being my special woman might make my life appear
dull and boring, so am trying to squeeze my memory to
find out a woman who was special to me, but since no
women dare to enter my deep heart, my wife is destined
to be my special woman? My life has been full of wild
rivers, high mountains and dangerous forests just like
other men’s lives, but alas! no special woman I loved in
a different way! Hold  on! She might claim she was a
special woman to me. Who’s she? Do I know her? Um…