Last night,
lying, thinking –
I felt so
incredibly alone.
And the night
took me to a dark place.
I wanted to be dancing,
singing with you.
Sharing passions
from common springs.
But I was alone,
someplace in the old world.
Then a new love,
silently approached,
seating herself near.
She held my hand,
and told me of a life
no longer doomed.
Amid the noises,
I saw a deep sea still
fragrant with plum wine.
And as we kissed,
I was at peace –
another time,
another place.

Let’s count the
leaves together.
Then let’s count
the stars.
A black sun
shining down,
it is better to
do something.
Even with these
foolish eyes.

Dream life
awakens my soul.
Your still lips,
triggers a flood of tears.
And after midnight,
leads me by the hand –
to that lone enchantress.
With a body so bright,
and a desire to act –
we merge once again.
No frown or words,
just drunk with life
and long kisses.

But in the darkness,
I was crying once.
A coldness, but
not quite of death.
And I saw you dancing,
making merry.
An actual world
of love and life.
That was enough,
and I was all
eyes and ears.
And the darkness
was lost.

Dawn in Xinxiang,
so many moons have
come and gone.
Far away the sea sounds,
and sings to me.
Despite the distance,
I see your face –
how real it seems.
And as the charming
clouds gather,
a flash of lightning.
The birds flee in anguish,
and turn loose the sky.
And I am swallowed,
by the colour of your eyes
and the softness of your lips.
Believing you to be mine.
 

Can my lady see,
the port for which I long?
A vine-grown roof,
not broken by the wind.
The solitude and
deepening autumn nights.
With new leaves to blow,
and the taste of rain
on a wet, never-ending night.

We shift from
posture to posturing.
From Jay Chou to Bob Dylan –
played out in fancy dress.
A private story of
plum rain kisses,
and clockwork dreams.
 
Yet, each word, each touch,
each kiss resounds –
billowed, called and sang.
The first step on
the path of truth,
and a ripe and fruitful season.
 
I will persist in your grace
and beauty, and your breath
of loving kindness.
Until I see a flock of arrows,
dancing in the sky –
and I will know the true way.
 

Some regrets come to mind,
like watching her dress
in the morning.
A flaming chest,
to occupy my mind –
and a mirror awaiting her.
And not telling her,
with a blueprint in my heart –
I will always love you.
Now, my living spirit
calls softly –
I want to live, and die –
among another
intersecting breath.
Like reaching into a pair –
once again.
 

Meditating …on red lips
your mouth opens
and gives me sweet talk.
So gently smile the heavens.
Your seaweed waist,
and geisha brightness –
a cloud and a bird.
Maybe I just dreamed you?
This is the question.
 

How sweet the memories
are this afternoon.
A rippling cheer,
out and out.
 
A time when nature
made all the birds.
And we never tired of
the kissing and the singing.
 
A pillar of the sky said
Is it true what they say?
I looked at the notes,
too few I thought.