那夜，那梦

伊人浣纱

独坐水中央

如画般

丹青白描明月光

如画般

唇若素中朱砂痣

红尘中

留须眉澄蓝

去巾帼嫣紫

凡俗间

芙蓉轻裹相思红

暖月哀叹青蓝忧

遥望

走云留下青烟的寂寞

行水划过的伤

抚花失色后的重生

风散了

泥尘消失的影子

回眸

倾城原是一帘梦

 

                                                     咖啡屋里

                                                     一片寂静

                                                     只有坐着看书的我

                                                     和一杯冒着热气的咖啡

 

 

                                                     雨

                                                     迷失了自己

                                                     不知何去

                                                     是风给了它方向

                                                     被雨洗刷过的世界格外清晰

                                                     眼睛失去了作用

                                                     而是用心去感受

                                                     没有音乐的咖啡屋

                                                     寂静与冷漠篡改了某种相思

                                                     些许紊乱的心

                                                     强行征用了手中的书

                                                     而思绪

                                                     伴着窗外雨中的风

                                                     在灵魂深处吼叫

                                                     美式咖啡的香醇

                                                     让神经丛亢奋到平静

                                                     有点含糊的光线原来不适于用来看书

                                                     而我

                                                     更多的是盯着某行文字

                                                     想着相干或不相干的事

                                                     我以为

                                                     那叫做思考的东西充实了我

 

 

                                              天色在黄昏的雨中停住了脚步

                                              从七点到八点之间

                                              神奇的保持着一个亮度

                                              想来

                                              或许

                                              不是雨里的天色不变

                                              而是雨外的心未变

                                              仿佛时间并没有走动过

                                              仿佛雨中只能听见悄悄地心跳

 

 

                                              雨里

                                              我挣扎着享受天堂给予的洗礼

                                              雨外

                                              我静静的等待一个明晰的世界