A Poem
Words worth saying
Tender longing
Two souls in this world
What bond could there possibly be?
You arrive suddenly
Speaking of pines and laurels
By the mountain stream
Here, my place
Ravine vast and drifting mists
Letters to be written
On pages, moonlight now brims over
You come, the night has hushed itself
Beds aligned, facing
A lamp like a bean, and voices like silks
The windows, unbidden
Letting moon drift through
Breezes passes by, on its own
Like spring, you run lightly
To welcome me
You talk, I listen
You fall silent, I fill the air
The world’s years pass
Yet we do not know
Old tales told as if new
The listener as if long known
The speaker speaks, as if forgetting
Host and guest, nameless
Shadows of trees waver and sway
Layered, dissolving into dreams
I heard,
Echoes of the starry river
Oh, you are here too.
Listening to the flowing water
As peach petals from falling heights
The wind lifts countless petals
And the bodies, like birds upon branch
Lost in oneself
Outside
A thousand valleys, ten thousand peaks
Beyond the emerald bamboo and blue parasol trees
Stars linger, sparse and faint
Seasons go unasked
Autumn or summer?
The terrace turns red, as it must
Another dawn,
Ever the same old world,
Shifting warmth and chill of vicissitudes, life in myriad conditions.
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