Moon at Half Past Noon

One cigarette, kissing

four fingers and two lips

Sizzled in a dense fog

Became a torch

Embers of cold breaths

That fire could not extinguish

Growing in the pine forests

Beautiful dark night

Flickering like fireflies

Light dripping from the windows

The last puff

Stairs of domino,

Spread like bright love

Spread like a flood,

then how could it stop

Words of an effervescent dusk

Eyelids never lowered

Staring and peeping

The unterminable expanse of the heart

Every particle seems to be saying

Where will this story stop

When it has not extinguished

Like the ashes of the sky