你走得
                                                                      那么远
                                                                      又那么久

                                                                      你的心头
                                                                      一定缠绕着
                                                                      浓浓的乡愁

                                                                      孤月悬空的时候
                                                                      我常常为你
                                                                      担忧

                                                                      可你在电话的
                                                                      那一头
                                                                      总是说
                                                                      没有

                                                                      然后
                                                                      你告诉我
                                                                      窗子外
                                                                      满山枫叶红透
                                                                      北风
                                                                      吹得异乡
                                                                      已经是
                                                                      霜重草黄的深秋

                                                                  天 高不可攀 
                                                       海 暗礁险滩
                                                       风 要将你按入海底
                                                       浪 欲把你抛出太空

                                                       你 沉稳小心
                                                       风浪中 不敢有
                                                       半点放松
                                                       丝毫怠慢

                                                       岸上的人都在赞叹
                                                       你的智慧 你的勇敢
                                                       我却深深叹息
                                                       你的生存 何等艰难

                                                           我不愿做荣耀的诗人
                                                 清晨 推开窗
                                                 就尽情歌唱
                                                 等待金色的太阳
                                                 照亮宽敞的书房
 

                                                 
                                                 我不愿做悠闲的画家
                                                 舒适地坐在葡萄架下
                                                 描湖光山色
                                                 听云雀吱咋

                                                 
                                                 我愿是个让人信赖的鞋匠
                                                 长久守候在
                                                 日出日落的道旁
                                                 让每一位行路人
                                                 伸向远方的脚印
                                                 都坚实明朗

                                                                   思念
                                                        是一片灰色的云
                                                        长守在
                                                        我心灵的天空

                                                        一遍又一遍地挥手
                                                        它 纹丝不动
                                                        疲倦了 作一个梦
                                                        雨后的天空
                                                        现出
                                                        一条美丽的彩虹

                                                        与其忍受
                                                        白日持续的煎熬
                                                        不如享受
                                                        黑夜短暂的香梦

带着灵与肉的创伤
你孤身
漂泊到一座荒岛上
白日
云天茫茫
夜晚
大海苍凉

你说
你爱自由 不怕孤单
可是
当你一次次仰望
东边月
南飞雁
你的心
是否在牵挂
家乡的栀子花
已经盛开过多少遍