她们说
                                        八点十五分的飞机
                                        花都没有开好啊
                                        地面突然的潮湿
                                        你显然在张望
        
                                        一桌，一灯，一杯白开水
                                        我的笔白天睡觉，夜晚耕耘
                                        我的皮肤写满了诗
 
                                        如果花知道
                                        它还会笑着祝福我吗
                                        在盛夏暴雨之前
                                        夜晚漆黑了我的眸
                                        玛雅在呼唤
 
                                        我突然渴望一场雨
                                        无须雨具
                                        这沉闷的夏天连同喧嚣的知了
                                        一起离开
                                        撒哈拉
                                        三毛的铜盆 正渴望的焦灼

                                        在落日之前
                                        把信笺铺展开
                                        五彩缤纷的梦想
                                        在山头倚望

                                        春日的风筝，搁浅在秋天的梦境里
                                        我扯着线
                                        在时间里逆流而行
  
                                        我站在十字街口
                                        哪个方向有你？
                                        哪个方向没有你？