Ichnography on Delusion

Run through walls, go with your voice.
 Walls and window frames I built,
 I see your eyes through them,
 If your eyes are not moon's color,
 Ceiling and floors I draw, your breath fills them,
 If your breath is not scent of dusk,
 Stairs and pillars I carved,
 Your gesture drifts across them,
 If your gesture is not a flame of rose,
 You're just a woman in dream.
 Burn crossbeams and pillars across the edifice.
 The white wallpaper which means the north,
 A spiral staircase showing the sun,
 They become an endless gallery of marble,
 Window of ceiling which the breeze blows,
 They become a living room having
 A pond the raindrop made to meet you again,
 Erase the world's memory of ichnography,
 Evoke your gestures and your traces.
 Stack the bricks up again, put all pillars again.
 Your footsteps fill somewhere
 In my edifice over again.
 Like a child who get lost in dream,
 I follow your sound in edifice I built.
 I start following you even I don't recognize
 What I'm doing.
 The pillar which you leant and rested against,
 Becomes a window showing the hill,
 The sculpture of the gate which you kissed
 Becomes a terrace floating on the ocean.
 All space in which you're disappearing becomes new space,
 The end of love never caught falls
 To appearing among the walls.
 The end sticking thorns fully is singing
 With bleeding love.
 Your end drawing blood on ceilings and floors,
 Walls and pillars of my edifice.
 My hands are almost touching it.
 But it's vanishing somewhere.
 Now, the edifice on my ichnography,
 Is becoming the space no one can leave,
 Fills with blood of your moonlight,
 Your dusk, your flame, and your love.
 Burn crossbeams and pillars across the edifice.
 The white wallpaper which means the north,
 A spiral staircase showing the sun,
 They become an endless gallery of marble,
 Window of ceiling which the breeze blows,
 Fireplace of red bricks burning always,
 They become a living room having
 A pond the raindrop made to meet you again,
 Erase the world's memory on ichnography,
 Evoke your gestures and your traces,
 Stack the bricks up again, put all pillars again,
 If I finish building it, you never escape from me.