Fen River, Taiyuan. Shanxi Province. China

Laden with memories
walking by the Fen.
I saw the dusk and tipsy wind
ride upon the tide.
Living under a white cloud paradise.
And dancing from memories
that still lingered.

Rambling through a life of dreams
and ghosts of distance shrouds.
I watched the day disappear.
And saw your lips, for the touch.

Our hearts once more drawn.
I told myself never to think again
of those lustful haunting days.
And how we longed for something far away.
Listening to each breath we gave.