FRAGRANT SPRING

a magnificent moon,
on the throne of the king,
unlimited sky,
beaming in early spring.

stunning brilliant night,
glowing in the white grass,
time slowly passed,
through glazed eyes.

dancing star,
proclaim the happy news,
through the wind blowing softly,
which reluctantly stop overnight.

feeling that abandoned,
I picked up again,
with full attention,
summarizes the scattered pieces.

stringing up hope that withered,
back to the precious time,
until I woke up in an intoxicating dream.