Arrows of Rain
On the wall of my empty room
I think I'll hang a picture of rain.
Hitting the ground,
And bouncing up to ankles,
The rain will be wetting my socks
And trousers from below;
My eyes will follow
...tick, tick, tick...
Checking everything on the picture,
Until catching a black brolly,
And the shiny enamel shoes,
Lightly treading the watery pavement,
And leaving ripples of footprints behind,
With endless arrows of rain thereon,
Bouncing up in sheer V-shape.
Then quietly I will be watching those arrowheads
Countlessly sticking into my heart,
For sometimes deadly pains
Awake love from deep sleep.