Phantom Of Tranquility Poem by Antonio Liao

loaf of tears dropp in the clipping creek of the eye,
wondrous to feel, where a piece of grain falls off
tasted salt pour on the ground

wither on my cheek, dried, wary and exhausted,
clings to be strong, yet! to stand, a splashing sweat
wet my tendering hands, as my soft sobering spirit
call into a deep sleep

swept dear heart, plunder all the pain that hurt,
seems nothing is there to cool, make the whole new
world change its direction, for I come to hold
your tears in my facet heart of vague
distress of fool

let, thou hurt the pain and the grind the grain, take
the sweet lips it returns; confuse yet! accepted for the
right hour has come to my turn, a hope of
naked loose, as I stay my
heart lifted me

nay! I am not forsaken for my soul has stand,
as you can see, and now faith has leads me, to run
on the eve of my climbing dream
I stay

nap dear little heart you’re Safe ……