作者：蓝色末稍神经

　　　　　能用你做一支笛么

                  梅  能用你的枝条做一支笛么
                  吹响每一个音乐词汇
                  定然都会飘出响亮的清香
                  推窗而望
                   梅
                  正用一生的单薄装饰一扇陌生的窗户
                  我可以打马而去
                  走进你清澈的光辉么

                  梅  不敢折你的枝条做一支笛
                  怕凄凄切切的音符
                  对你是一份最柔最弱的伤害
                                  
                      
                  为你踏雪而行

                  三五点淡淡地歌唱
                  便明丽了一片风景
                  偶然的日子
                  目光触及你清瘦的枝干
                  凄美的花朵
                  心与天空俱碎

                  是什么弦乐诱使我出发  梅呵
                  我左手执思恋的魔杖
                  右手持真诚的钵盂
                  一路乞讨而去
                  雪花小朵小朵的落下来
                  每朵雪花都呈六种方向
                  每种方向都指向你
                  
                  梅
                  我的至爱呵
                  为你踏雪而行
                  为你衔风而歌

                       为梅而歌

                  梅在许多华文诗章中款款行走
                  引领我步入浮动的暗香
                  梅  饰古装文人的诗章
                  令多年之后的一介儒生
                  不敢援笔
                  梅  闪耀着梦中玉立的诗篇
                  每一叶花瓣都是语言
                  每一次颤动都能擦燃诗的灵感
                  为写尽你姿态忧伤的花朵  我
                  甚至愿割舍一生
                  
                  然而  梅呵
                  我还是不敢悄然折枝
                  生怕任何拙劣的平仄
                  都会污了你的纯净与美好
                  就把一页页诗稿投入理智的火炉
                  为你取暖
                                  
                                
                    独立窗前

                  看残破的秋风
                  扫一地落英
                  夜夜明媚的月光
                  推我闭了久远的窗棂
                  音乐之潮  时断时续
                  拥我走进一片忧伤
                  不觉间  打湿了脚尖
                  也打湿了我的双眼
                  拭去泪光
                  始惊觉
                  窗户开满了窗花
                  那是一剪寒梅

                                  
                      石头开花

                  梅  何不在和煦的春风中开呢
                  或者在马莲花盛开的季节


                  百年孤独已使我成为一片活化石  梅
                  遥看你绽在寒冬的清冷
                  夜  与我共同失眠
                  已经失去语言的资格
                  尽管千年的激情滚涌胸间
                  也只能强做是  一腔闲愁
                  点点滴滴滚在心中的
                  是两颗叫做错过的泪珠

                  远远地看你高贵的容颜
                  无声地哀恸向我步步紧逼
                  梅  如果允许
                  我这块石头
                  也会开花  给你看