Flick My Touching Aroma... Poem by Antonio Liao

flickering crickets move the green grass to subdue
the tearing worm of fertility; as the soil rejoice the
honeycomb of dew in the morning sunshine wake,
the ending prize of growing prose

show me the path, the hidden shadow of where I
lay my dear booming start of my journeys forever
and go, to find the looks that I will be taken my break,
until the flicking magic of wondrous moment will
just end in wimp of a traveling speed will stay in
the midst of the sleeping break of joy

oh! what wonder makes the best in your eyes that,
the creeping sound of the night, awake the worming
nuggets of wisdom calls the light of a turning hope,
to open of what means to be true and genuine in your
heart, dear someone in my soul

nurture my weakness and paddle my arm for the
sweating fluids hold the key to know the beautiful of
tomorrows of who am I, in your dreamy wake of
every sweeten fog of an early morning soul, bring me
that day, to murmur the stream of each river that freely
goes to the sea of vanity

come and lead every brook the turmoil of river and
turn no more regrets of the night that come the golden
day of today, for the night welcome the arousing
calmness of the sun glow; a whispering hello to stay,
for a little cup of mug in your aroma of smell patiently
stem in just a flick of touching boom, urged my being
to stay

pass it on; it's your time.....