夜过当涂，月出东山，乃近中秋，有感于斯时斯地焉

                                                            有一些潮湿的风，带着长江的气息

                                                            扑进车窗，看不见的长江，隔着一段青山和原野

                                                            原野上稻穗低垂，碧水向北，弯月当空

                                                            不知何时，相对无言的天门山

                                                            用一千年等待一个诗人，又用另一个一千年

                                                            来怀念。也许只是一霎那的沉默

                                                          

                                                             一叶扁舟，在微波中，和江水仿佛一体

                                                            似是停驻，也有一些微风的起伏

                                                            月在船头不远处，一道弯月，跳跃着，浸润的

                                                            有一些幽暗的柔和的光，触手可及

                                                             在捧起时，忽然就碎了

                                                            于是他期待满江碎月的拥抱

                                                            水的抚慰，恰似月色的质感，也亘古如一