A Memory Hung In Twisted Hours Poem by William He

A Memory Hung in Twisted Hours
By William He

Fog sips the tea,
A brass sun hums wide,
Morning glides in on glass-winged cloak.
A bleeding heart and a brain sizzling out of control,
The eyes are spinning in a vicious loop.
Time folds its seams,
And in the hush,
Great names fall deep, past all hope.
Spines bend in wind's joke.
Tongues grip dried pods,
Speech molts and spins,
Kites dance in dream and tug.

This theatrical sea of life.
Rainbows have disintegrated, no hope for the worn,
The white garbs in mute cloud with all the creases.
Arms hang, long lost to the pull,
Phantom strung to fire-scrawled soul.
The skulls blur and slip,
Roof buds drift like ash,
Warm threads unwind in a pause.
Worlds are growing dull.
Blood spliced in clock, less than a blink,
Red haze eats the rim,
Hill shades hum soft with lull.

摸鱼儿 颠倒时空的记忆
作者：何威廉

渐茶烟、
炎曦光起，
晨来轻若鸿羽。
帘栊乍颤天花坠，
浑似一声低语。
时错序，
竟暗把、
大名抛向虚空去。
背弓风注。
奈舌卷枯荷，
文辞蜕壳，
化作纸鸢舞。

萧墙矮，
谁记青囊旧句。
白裳没入苍雾。
臂弯悬吊飘零久，
魂系丹霄孤旅。
颅脑误，
又听得、
温言絮絮如弦缕。
乾坤睡去。
正血脉蒙天，
红云裹界，
山鬼善呵护。