Where On The Road Poem by Antonio Liao

Where on the road


we leave in the same journey,
touching every one's life neither poor nor rich for the
same direction we have to
go, advances of our own wickedness only catches flies that
never fly, just a single file we might all die

we have the wings but never had it brought
to spread without
the wind is impossible to swing, what comes in the heart
it never depart, how much dear you are to me
for your existence resemble like tree,
in the mountain you grow and in the distance I'll always see

leave my dream with a kite,
even it's far away, the memories impart, for nothing left
when we leave in a
place we commonly called earth, come dine with me in the
table, where the master always wait,
for no matter how
fool I am still the Lord is thy will be done

let me dine again with the master's hand,
long my soul
wanted to taste the sweetest face my soul have dream,
together we will return my brother and sister again