Unfolding
At the door of consciousness, whom am I looking for
In the pro-founded window
Lament, just remorse
In a veiled conversation with the heart.
Where does it came from, cannot bear the delay
Though a faint candle burning
Surrounded by illusion, inside my heart
Like a momentary puzzle.
Silence for a moment, sere thoughtless
Perhaps not visible yet
In the throng of thoughts, back to the astounding affairs
Struggle with fidgetiness to keep afloat, in the muddy water.