Staring at the rain,
As I listen:
To evaporate myself!
Scalding the wind,
To imagine:
A solemn thought.

Melted comingled,
Like the dancing motes,
In the rays of the light.
Clouds are obscure!
Do not try to predict,
For it is fleeting.
And impermanent!

Decorated dreams!
To bedazzle arresting
Like the dandruff,
Itching on your head.
And you are washing
Everyday.

Time enters unknown,
Do not try,
To elaborate your:
Superficial details
Oh! Transient beauty
You can not prevent.
Flower withers!
The game is absurd.