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Fantasy and Dreams

We were Irises...

 

In the Beginning

At first was darkness, silent, vast, and deep,
A boundless void where time had yet to start.
The heavens lay in unawakened sleep,
No breath of life, no pulse, no beating heart.

Then spoke the Word, and light broke forth in flame,
A golden dawn that pierced the endless night.
The cosmos stirred, obedient to its name,
And chaos bent before the birth of sight.

The waters trembled, waiting to divide,
As Spirit moved upon their shadowed face.
From void to form, the elements complied,
And order rose to claim its rightful place.

Thus from the dark, creation’s song was sung,
And earth was born, forever fresh and young.

 

Song of Creation's Dawn

 The waters parted, the land was shown,

The hills arose, the fields were grown.

Creation’s voice unveiled the day,

Its song arose along the way.

The soil was fresh, the seed took root,

The meadow sang, the tree bore fruit.

The valleys spread, the rivers ran,

Creation’s voice revealed earth to man.

 

The Still Hour

A quiet lake stretches out under a clear blue sky, its surface dappled with lily pads and delicate blooms—white, pink, yellow—like scattered thoughts drifting in the sun. 

Around it, tall grasses lean gently, and trees in full autumn dress crowd the edges, their leaves glowing in every shade of fire and gold. Some still cling to green, reluctant to let go. 

The air feels crisp, but the light is warm, casting soft reflections and shadows that ripple with the breeze. It’s the kind of place that holds its breath, waiting for someone to notice how still and alive it is. 

In the corner, a small “AK” signature whispers that someone already did.

Autumn stillness

A peaceful stillness, golden, soft, and wide,
No wind disturbed the grasses by the shore.
The trees stood hushed in amber’s quiet pride,
While lilies bloomed where silence touched the floor.

Then light descended, brushing sky with flame,
A mirrored blue upon the water’s face.
The leaves, like sparks, obeyed the season’s name,
And time slowed down to match the pond’s embrace.

The reeds stood watch, as if they knew the spell,
While shadows danced beneath the lily’s crown.
Each petal sang what words could never tell—
A fleeting truth before the sun sank down.

Thus nature signed her name with quiet grace,
And “AK” marked the edge of time and place.

 City of Translucent Realms

City of Hidden Light

Beneath the bridge, the water holds its breath,

in gradients of dusk and flame it dreams.

The skyline hums, not loud, but deep as death,

its towers stitched with soft, elusive beams.

No sun commands this city’s measured pace,

no moon bestows her silver on the stone.

Yet every pane reflects a secret grace,

each shadow sings a light it’s never shown.

The colors rise, then fall in hush and hue—

a bloom of red, a breath of patient green.

The night forgets, but memory breaks through,

in flickers where the soul has once been seen.

So walk this bridge, and feel the silence bend—

the hidden light is yours, and does not end.

The City Where Geometry Blooms

Where towers rise like petals spun,
and bridges stretch beneath the sun,
the city hums in colored light—
a bloom of form, a dream in flight.

Its buildings wear mosaic skin,
with scales of thought and hues within.
Each angle bends, each surface sings,
beneath the sky’s unfolding wings.

The river flows through mirrored days,
reflecting reds and pastel haze.
It carries blues the clouds once shed,
and whispers green where gardens spread.

No rule constrains this blooming place,
where math and feeling interlace.
Each curve a breath, each line a tune—
a city shaped by sun and moon.

So walk its streets with open eyes,
where wonder lives and logic flies.
For here, beneath the painted dome,
geometry has found  bloom in stone.

 

My City Future

🌿 The Nostalgia of Future — Free Verse      .

The city breathes in glass and leaf,

its lungs made of terraces,

its veins of riverlight.

We built it from memory—

not of what was,

but of what we hoped would be.

The bridge does not divide,

it gathers:

a gesture of connection

between mirrored dreams.

Petals drift like thoughts

we forgot to finish,

and the water listens

without judgment.

Above, towers lean into sky

like children reaching for stories

they’ve only heard in whispers.

And somewhere in the silence,

a future exhales—

soft, green,

forgiving.

🌤️ The Nostalgia of Future — Lyrical Refrain

And we remember forward,

we remember forward,

the way petals once dreamed of pavement,

and clouds rehearsed the shape of cities.

We remember the hush

before the blueprint spoke,

the breath of bridges

not yet drawn.

We remember forward,

we remember forward,

how glass became gentle,

how towers learned to bend

toward light.

And in that memory,

the future blooms

My City Unreal Dream

 

My City Dream. White night

 

My City Dream. White night #2

 

My City Dream # 2

 

My City dream. Autumn

 

My City dream

Beneath the skyline’s silver gleam,

A lily river reflects my dream—

Stone bridge arched in quiet grace,

Leading me to time and space.

Glass towers rise like modern scrolls,
Etching futures, daring souls.
Yet ivy clings to brick and beam,
Whispering stories in the stream.

I walk where prairie winds once roamed,
Where jazz and justice found a home.
Each brick, each historic street,
A pulse where past and present meet.

The water’s mirror speaks my name,
A canvas calm, yet set aflame.
I paint with light, with ink, with air—
My city's breath is everywhere.

From Chinatown’s lantern glow,
To murals where bold colors flow,
I blend tradition, tech, and lore—
A city muse forevermore.

So let me build with brush and rhyme,
A future rooted deep in time.
Where art and heart and skyline stream—
This is my loving city dream.

 

Sunrise. Mount Fuji Reflection # 2

 

Patchwork wave

 

The Golden Breath of Passing Season

 

 Autumn Crimson Leaves

Veil of Autumn

 

Whispers of Savanna

 

MGT Iris

She Who Listen in Color

She dwells beneath the iris flare,

Where silent hues begin to speak -

  A breath, a pause, a softened stare,

The voice of those too tired to seek.

   Her cloak is stitched from petal light,

   Each thread a tale she dared to keep.

She listen not to judge what's right,

But cradles ache in colors deep.

Red for the hope that grief ignites,

Green for the piece she leaves behind,

Blue for the words she lifts to flight -

The ones no world could ever find.

And though her name is not confessed,

Her kindness carves its shape in rest.

Translucent Symphony

 

Love Iris

Emerald Embrace of Misty Peaks

Whispers of the valley, soft and clear, 

Where rivers dance and mountains peer. 

Leaves ablaze in autumn's hue, 

A canvas alive with every view.

Nature's heartbeat, steady, profound, 

In every shadow, every sound. 

Through painted strokes, her essence gleams, 

A harmony of life, like woven dreams.

 

Midnight Dance of Light

Beneath the velvet cloak of night,

 A fountain dances, bathed in light. 

Its waters rise, a silver flare, 

Whispering secrets to the air.

Around its heart, the trails unfold,

 Loops of light, a story told. 

A symphony of motion spun, 

A dance of starlight, moon, and sun.

The trees aglow in quiet grace,

 Frame this enchanted, timeless space. 

Their branches hum a gentle song, 

A harmony where dreams belong.

Above, the stars, a watchful gaze, 

Echo the fountain's radiant blaze. 

A fleeting glimpse, a world anew, 

Where magic swirls in every hue.

 

 

Rolling Hills Landscape with inscription and seal in Chinese

These lines are designed to evoke the delicate interplay of light, nature, and the poetic journey found in artwork

1. The Soothing Sky

蓝紫蔚空 云舒曦暮 Blue and purple fill the vast sky; soft clouds drift gently at dawn and dusk.

2. The Winding Path

曲径双分 轻邀行客 A winding path splits in two, gently inviting the traveler on a serene journey.

3. The Lush Landscape

花木扶疏 水韵长存 Lush flora unfolds gracefully, while the enduring charm of watercolor breathes life into nature.

4. The Seal at lower left corner is the author name

Mystery Forest

Inscription:

• 苍松依旧展庄严 The ancient pines continue to exhibit their solemn majesty. This line celebrates the enduring grace and strength of the forest’s venerable trees.

• 飘云轻烟隐远山 Drifting clouds and gentle mists softly veil the distant mountains. Here, the ethereal mists lend a mysterious allure, blurring the outlines of far-off peaks.

• 调色柔和融青灰，白映间点缀土棕与微黄 A gentle, harmonious palette merges muted greens, grays, and whites, interspersed with subtle touches of earthy browns and soft yellows. This line brings to life the tranquil color harmony of the scene. The interplay of these muted tones creates a serene atmosphere, drawing the viewer into the mystic charm of the forest.

• 光影交织添幽趣，共绘幽梦行书 The interweaving of light and shadow enhances the enchanting aura, as if inscribed in graceful running script a dreamlike tranquility. The final line emphasizes how the play of light and shadow deepens the scene’s allure, inviting one to lose themselves in its poetic mystery.

Forest Mirage

Inscription written in Chinese Language. It's on the upper side of the picture and have a Poetical Meaning & Context:

• First Line: The image of a mysterious forest mirage inspires the awakening of dreams—suggesting that life, with all its beauty, begins like a delicate vision emerging from the depths of nature.

• Second Line: The bubbles symbolize the brief moments in our lives. They are born, rise gently, and inevitably fade—echoing the transient nature of our own existence.

• Third Line: Just as dewdrops vanish in the morning light, our earthly bonds and moments slip away, affirming the impermanence of life.

• Fourth Line: My signature “AK” (艾卡) becomes both a personal stamp and a timeless mark, anchoring the poetic message to creative spirit.

 

 

Autumn Hues of the Enchanted Vale

Autumn-Kissed Valley River

In autumn’s grasp, the river softly flows,

Its rapids hum a song to fleeting days.

The bends reveal what only nature knows,

A world enshrouded in its golden haze.

The peaks, mist-veiled, stand watch through endless time,

While echoes linger in their ageless streams.

Their whispers weave a soft and fleeting rhyme,

To cradle dreams within the twilight beams.

Each leaf descends, its fiery hues alight,

A fleeting flame that burns, then fades away.

Yet nature sings through beauty’s sacred rite,

A tale of seasons in their sweet decay.

So twilight falls, its amber glow ascends,

And beauty’s tale a sacred truth transcends.

 

Russet Water of the Autumn Glade 

The Song of the Reddish Stream

Upon the fields so fresh and wide,
Where autumn’s golden banners gleam,
A stream in scarlet robes does glide,
And whispers low its fleeting dream.

The trees, in firelit splendor dressed,
Stand sentinel in bright array,
Yet though they shine, they know no rest,
For autumn soon must slip away.

Beyond the meadows, rising free,
The hills with crimson forests burn,
A land of fading majesty,
Where time shall turn, and none return.

So sing, O stream, thy song once more,
For winter knocks upon the door.

Radiant Hues of the Hills

Veiled Harmonies of the Highlands

 

Dance of Sylvan Spirits

 

Hydrangeas # 2

Grove

 

Arcane Woods

Spring Whimsical Arrival

 

Radiant Hues of the Hills # 2

 

Garden of Dreams on an Amber Horizon # 2

 

Radiant Blooms in the Embrace of Night

Melody of Blooming

Within the hush where lotus petals rise,
a bloom unfolds from shadow into flame—
blue breath that sings beneath the twilight skies,
gold yearning stitched with red’s unspoken name.

The leaves, like guardians of what must grow,
lean toward the light yet cradle dusk within;
they know the ache of beauty’s ebb and flow,
how grace may dwindle, then begin again.

Each color tells of longing undisturbed,
a tender arc in stillness left to burn.
No haste, no cry, no voice to be unheard—
just form returning feeling, soft and stern.

So bloom, and let your silence be the thread—
the charm of time through petals softly spread.

 

Lotus Rhapsody

 

Lotus Flowers Against Dark Canvas