In dreams of autumn,
a shiver to
embrace sunshine.
Clouds kiss,
over and over again.
 
Cold air, when
the doors open.
Each touch,
rain in soft petals.
Still moist on my lips.

Being alone is not easy…..When you have sad memories. A poem I wrote this afternoon 🙏
 
Night falls on Hong Kong.
No fireflies tonight.
The ocean, somewhere.
Saturating my eyes and soul.
The air, so calm and still.
It was your death day.
The last scent of your perfume.

I stare at the
Hong Kong Moon.
Its spirit plays
among camellias,
outliving us all.

A thousand
blue mountains,
and a lone temple.
I keep walking.
 
Ah, my jade beauty.
Tenderly she touches.
If only she were here,
to kiss the green earth.

Sitting here all alone,
the last few sun-rays drop.
When I look up,
you face serene.
Spared by autumn twilight.
 
I find myself, as simple
as a moth might be.
Gazing at the
morning-glories.
But slowly, slowly.

Mountains and sky wonder.
The crowds outside,
lift the wind.
A spoonbill laughs,
ripples from a rock I’ve thrown.
In the woods just out of sight,
a jade beauty sings to me.
Now my tendrilled soul,
has found its home.
To sing the songs of the heart.
Soothing the sun to slumber.

Never still for a moment.
A single firefly, dances,
between rain clouds.
Waxing on lost love,
and another life’s mystery.
 
Holding you, when
the plum rain falls,
Blushing, a silent beauty
kindling my heart.
A new state of being.

Poetry, for me… is about moments… sometimes creating them… sometimes remembering them. They are always there.

Pillowed up in my room,
summers heat
still on my back.
A long night of
soul -recalling blasts.
That turn into
a dull grey dawn.
A few turns to the left,
and a strain of the air.
And there you are……
No longer a muffled cry.
A wildness, pure and fine.

First morning in Hong Kong.🙏

Boats and a planet,
the sea glints –
beneath a lovers brow.
Dry autumn morning,
with a fine haze.
She comes back to me,
every part of her.

Just arrived in Hong Kong. A poem I just wrote.

‘ Go within yourself’
I said.
That ready smile
and furtive glance.
Perfect, for secret days
and nights of the new moon.
I will love you now.
And move on,
from this grave.

Since I arrived in Taiwan, I have written more than 200 poems. Tomorrow, I leave Taiwan for Hong Kong. 🙏

The hot summer sun,
healing hardened hearts.
Now at an end.
From darkness to light,
you gave me your love.
Morning rush,
and afternoon kisses.
And night rains passion,
bluer than the bluest ocean.
Chance made it happen.
Do not despair,
a love again – we meet.