Dream Infection

A quiet corner at home,
my cat and me,
playing in spring!

Gion’s shallow bamboo walk at dawn,
running water in tea garden,
red leafs’ pilgrim to silent earth.

Listening to the dead and the living,
touching the earth above and the sky below,
holding a dry leaf in heavy rain.

Looking at a dead girl’s profile,
facebook’s photos and updates,
ghosts of her digital memories.

Am I the wind that feed your breath,
and the stars within your eyes,
the ocean holding your soul ?