Mr. Queasy, the fish.

under a bright moon,
man uttered a voiceless thought
—Silence answered back.

Time flees mortal hands,
rapidly slipping away;
just like grains of sand.

se escapa el tiempo,
como granos de arena
entre los dedos.

le temps s’envole
doucement entre les doigts
—sables du désert.

just like paper-boats,
people wander off— adrift;
caught up in a stream.

Today I am here,
but tomorrow I am not.
…see you in four years!

Lo, the grand visage:
sheepish clouds run in a craze;
the moon is ablaze.

Eventide. Sun fell,
from zenith to nadir, but
Sun rises anew.

The heavy gaze feasts,
rejoicing on the details;
lo, sublime moonlight!

Profound thoughts aroused
under the intense twilight,
when day and night meet.

Chiming ceramic.
Stirring; shapes traced on the foam
of a lukewarm cup.

An instant of peace;
The caress of zephyr comes,
reminder of life.