I Drink

Under Night Streetlights

Tears-

salty you,
sweet you，
rusted
bruised
electric
untamed,

you resist,
you release，
sometimes held back,
sometimes swallowed whole.

You run
        You drift ~

clinging to the edge of an eyelash,
like a midnight star
refusing to fall.

rush like rivers,
descend in silence~

warm, cold,
deafening,
soundless.

Spinning,
floating.

       i catch you-
can not.

       i wipe you,
yet still wet.

Black with grief,
golden with memory,
pink with tenderness
green with envy,
yet always transparent.

Sometimes
you fall under night streetlights.

Are you a confidant,
or an enemy?

You arrive quietly,
and leave the same way.

What are you made of, really?

A prayer unanswered?
An old wound reopening?
A name still echoing
through ——
               forgotten rooms,
               hands that once held it,
               generations that do not reply,
               what history refuses to close,
               a silence that never speaks?

Are you born 
from being moved,
or from regret 
that lingers too long?
from anger,
or from joy?

You live behind the windows of the soul,
opening them now and then
to let the spirit breathe.

How I wish 
I could turn you, 
            one by one,
                    into diamonds.

Then surely
I would become
the richest person in the world.

Still,
I keep wanting to drink your tears.