In the stream of time
- a story about others

In the stream of time,
we found a wish bottle.
We opened it, and uncovered a story of others.

In the stream of time,
two random leaves encountered each other.
They talked about the cloud,
walked along the moon,
and flirted with the stars.
All the weather was sunny,
even the spring cold shower was warm.

The stream of time became smoky.
Sparkling lightening bugs were dancing,
like the music notes from his guitar.
They tangled on the grass,
whistled in the ocean,
and discovered in the wildland.
They were two bees found the stream of honey,
too busy to dance the song of joy and forgot to harvest.

She drowned in the sea dreamily,
while he was wandering around like a confused seahorse.
The stream of time surrendered to the chilly long winter.
Water froze, fell apart,
and broke into thousands of sharp pieces,
tore into her face as her tear rolled down.
Drinking the wine of her sadness,
he suffered.

Spring brought lives bac to the stream of time.
Her bleeding heart grew into a red corral,
colorful, delightful and peaceful.
He turned into a clown fish,
swam with his kind,
but never wanted to leave the beautiful corral.

In the stream of time,
Are they both strong stones standing still regardless the force of water?
Are they a pair of brave fish swimming against the strength of wave?
Or,
are they just two paper boats,
carrying beautiful yet fragile wishes,
floating...

Night,
Chilly, tearful, long and tight,
Like a heart-broken woman's sigh.

Night,
As if I want to cry,
As if sorrow will never go by,
As if life is saying to me
"nice try."

However,
Night,
will eventually yield to the morning light,
the first beautiful warm sunshine,
when the birds are singing with delight,
and the butterflies are dancing with smile.

(At that moment, will you be by my side?)

Written at a sleepless night on the rain forest mountain in Puerto Rico.