我心

                                      有时像深秋的溪流

                                      总有溢彩的浓浓寒凉

                                      不管是何样的千语万言

                                      还是痴愚空旷

                                      不管是尽意的流淌

                                      还是滞后的停顿方向

                                      再怎么用心

                                      也表述不了心灵的思想

                                      我心

                                      像汹涌浪花一样

                                      不知道那一朵为自己芬芳

                                      纵有千般愁绪无奈

                                      该用什么样的寓言独白

                                      不管是悠扬的思路

                                      还是沉寂的脚步

                                      不管是轻盈的文字

                                      还是深谙的描摹

                                      都渗入不了我的内心深处

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