To the tune of the River Wei



How depressing those
years of loss and pain.
Running, running
their way all around my life.
But poems are written,
and azaleas and peony blossom.
And you, my delightful skylark.
It seems a kiss sealed
my mouth, and our fate.
Now, I have become still
in your beauty and silence.

Old lovers


Under dreams of
sweltering plum rain.
I contend only with
the power of love.
I’m in too much awe
to leave you alone.
Eyes open, I take
one step forward.
As the rain takes
off your clothes.
All around… dragons,
magpies and paradise….
A glistening softness,
with the night stars
kissing our eyes.

River walking #2


I took my eyes
along the river.
Step after step,
asking how
should I live.
I lost my wife;
I lost my life.
And nothing to
come will be so real.
The birds and the
fish stopped by
in steel fashion.
And forgave nothing.
Empty of you,
I moved on.
 
 
 

Norwegian Wood


Ain’t it just like beauty,
that bronze angel,
with black dreadlocks.
To show me a trick.
A living fossil one minute.
Then a magical happening.
A symphony falling in blue,
unique in something necessary.
 

My secret opening

On the thin line I walk.
Hushed and dead
lie all the dreams.
Too many long nights,
spanning the centuries.
I turned course long ago,
to find the necessary vein.
A fragment in a room’s dimness,
and a life without you.