On early mornings I watch the moon
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,
You are my moon sister,
while you dawn are my brother.
With a bow tightly drawn back
I can shoot for the dancing stars in front of
my eyes. I count you all for being my prizes
just like pieces of sweet candies on the tip
of my tongue, others I dreamly plan to
plant them like flower seeds in spring
to offer the the moon to caress and the stars
to illuminate. If only my dreams could
be realized then I know that I am like
a free spirit and alive.