端鸿

                         那是美的阳，
                                灿的霞，      
                                幻的烟，
                                朦的虹。                          
                滴滴下落都是别样生姿的纷扰，                    
                枝枝断折都是妙不可言的惊鸿。

                 宛如黄泉摇曳着残影的舞姬，
                        虚无了缥缈的曼纱。                 
                      缘起三生石上雕刻着；
                 耳畔似响起来自冥河的呓语。

                         比翼不能双飞，
                         相悦不能相随。
                            何不作鹏?
                        脱离这纷嚣尘世，
                        腾往那无妄之地。