Something more than “like”
Something less than “love”
As yet to be named
Let’s call it “feeling”
An arrow of feeling

Longer than a cigarette
Shorter than a candle
Neither at the first sight
Nor at the last sight
But suffice to witness
a glimpse of the sunlight
from dusk to dawn
from ash to flash
they are just so similar
in a lullaby, in a lullaby
all seems just a dream

6 Nov 2007 1:53am in Chicago