往事（一） 
                               

                                                                                        顺着轨道的野花
                                                                                        蔓延至她生活的古城
                                                                                        苦行的路人
                                                                                        从一个清晨路过黄昏
                                                                                        到荒漠，埋葬
                                                                                        稀烂在梦中的玫瑰

       还能做些什么，把铜黄色的脸颊紧贴在冰凉的玻璃上——不言语，肺部呼出的口气，一次又一次在玻璃上勾出不同的异象，继而散去。
车慢行在铺满石子的轨道上，晃晃悠悠。
       周围的座位，空荡无人，只身一人在这聚满烟味的车厢里，保持沉默。
       窗外，秋日清晨的阳光显得疲乏无力，今早，我的肠胃还是空的，从窗外折进的阳光，在我凹陷的空虚腹部上懒散打滚，听着从腹部传来的声音，显得这清晨更寂。
       来回走动的旅人，没有一人注视我的存在，这样甚好，我不需要太多的表现，而把透亮的眼眸，一直伸到最远的高处，对着山头散落的树木呆望。
       望着，不知眼前划过多少个山头，走过多少里路，依旧没有碰到开口的对象。时间一久，我也就不想去释放太多，而把自己的沉默当作一种高尚的修养。
      就这样，保持同一姿势， 盯着窗外的山环、河流、森林、天空、我忽然忆起一首有关大自然元素且充满悲哀的诗歌。
      许立志的：
                                                                                       
                                                                                       我想再看一眼大海
                                                                                       目睹我半生的泪水有多汪洋
                                                                                       我想再爬一爬高高的山头
                                                                                       试着把丢失的灵魂喊回来
                                                                                       我想在草原上躺着
                                                                                       翻阅妈妈给我的《圣经.》
                                                                                       我还想摸一摸天空
                                                                                       碰一碰那抹轻轻的蓝
                                                                                       可是这些我都办不到了
                                                                                       我就要离开这个世界了
                                                                                       所有听说过我的人们啊
                                                                                       不必为我的离开感到惊讶
                                                                                       更不必叹息，或者悲伤
                                                                                       我来时很好，去时，也很好

        正当这首诗歌在我内心焦灼的时候，缓慢的车挪行在一片荒凉的地表上，于是我瞬间感到人生到处都是渺茫，诗人自杀，美景成荒。
 而躯体，感觉不到秋日阳光的温暖，把睁大的眼睛，紧紧闭合，开始回忆以往的岁月。

                        

                                                                                             往事（二）

                                                                                          我把一个秘密
                                                                                          隐瞒给世界
                                                                                          每一次的微笑
                                                                                          供给异域城堡里喜欢转圈的主人
                                                                                          如果世界问起
                                                                                          她是，春天的蝴蝶
                                                                                          夏天的瀑布，秋天的硕果
                                                                                          冬天的白雪，也是
                                                                                          童话故事里
                                                                                          戴着桂冠的女皇

       雨水冲刷街头的时候，一把伞，如池中盛开的莲花，只是缺少那一片荷塘中的月色，我，如被浸泡的荷藤，静静站立于雨水长流的街边，等待未曾谋面的你。
      望着朝东的大门，这般简陋与凄凉！
      不由得把目光跳到细雨深处，来平复这颗跳动不安的心。
      不远处，各式各样的伞，穿梭在人群，凝视着这些涌动的画面，她何时走到身前，没有太多的留意，模糊的双眼在湿润的气候中，看到她在离自己不远处撑起的纹伞下，向我不停地挥手，一次又一次。
      我连忙上前去，她脸上挂起的微笑，把这个雨天太多的寂寞和冷漠，以及内心的惆怅消除的荡然无存。
     刹那的喜和兴，如雨天的电雷，奔腾闪耀到了最高尖。
     接着，我们随街头嘈杂的音响声，平淡的相遇，又在漫无目的的情况下，把朦胧的楼层器刷在背后，撑着伞漫步在夏日的花雨中。
     或许，由于我们无事可做，或许，我们都一心欣然。
     最终，我么决定一同进入书店，各自徘徊在静怡优雅的书柜间，她在明亮的灯光下解读着自己喜好的书，而我，手捧一本隐藏着爱和远方的诗集，想她走近。
                             



                                                                                           往事 （三）

       
       那一夜，很晚，整个世界很静。
高层悬楼中透出的各色灯光，无法照亮到地面，我仰望着它们，在夏日凌晨的微风中坐在冰凉的台阶上，久久沉默，一动不动。
      遥望夜空，不经看到了天河，一贯的习俗，从天河想到远方，或异乡。这一番想象，带着画意，充满诗情，使我神往，也使我又一次深深陷入无底的惆怅。
     这个六月，对我来说终究是一场痛苦。
     太多的不如意，在这个雨季，像一股势不可挡的势力，急促促的向我逼近，使我退却，无法呼吸，无法生活。
     我凝思地，试图把思绪梳理的清楚一点。
     因为，漫长的凌晨太过于寂寥和沉默 ! 然而我不能，把所有的痛苦在一夜之间弄得销声匿迹，需要黎明来减轻我的痛苦，需要阳光来治愈我的伤口。
     且我在凌晨，忆着昔日美好的时光，匆匆写下：

                                                                                               《独白》

                                                                                        六月
                                                                                        高原一带的枯草
                                                                                        绿了

                                                                                        在草原上
                                                                                        生活了二十多年的他
                                                                                        垂下沉重的颅

                                                                                         坐在石阶上
                                                                                         与星空对话

                                                                                         有人，拖着鞋跟
                                                                                         从巷子里经过

                                                                                         可屋檐下
                                                                                         他抚摸着自己的头

                                                                                         把痛苦在腰上
                                                                                         打个没人能开的死结

                                                                                         惦记着，明日是否有人发现
                                                                                         他今夜流过泪

和

                                                                                         《六月，一无所有》

                                                                                         从今夜，遗忘过去 
                                                                                         坐在悲凉如棺的台阶上
                                                                                         除了泪流的影子
                                                                                         他，一无所有
                                                                                         六月的痛苦着
                                                                                         把沉默的种子
                                                                                         抛向风云抵达的远方  
                                                                                         等雨季过后
                                                                                         或许，会开叫不出名的小花

                       
                                                                                        《做唯一的人类》

                                                                                         一双受伤的眼睛
                                                                                         森林深处的迷失者
                                                                                         无数的校花、小鸟、小溪…
                                                                                         来自无尽愉快的大地中心
                                                                                         如果，没有外界的追寻着
                                                                                         我会把星光折射成
                                                                                         通往原始的小路
                                                                                         赤脚裸身，不需陪伴
                                                                                         在这原始地域
                                                                                         做唯一的人类
                                                                                         没有被酒精般
                                                                                         隐逸情感
                                                                                         锈蚀过的人类


           趁着夜色和容忍着痛苦把这些文字写完，给他们起了一个幽静的统名，叫《藏不住的夜》（组诗）。