In this cell of isolation winter.
I keep walking – and singing
the morning to life.
Outside its wet dark, a single
cloud holds my pain.

I want to scream,
and let the soak come.
Making a thousand birds fly.
To tell of a voice unheard,
but not silenced.

Of a soul, full of butterflies
and fish – and kissed by love.
Now extracting fire and justice.
in these latter days.

By the darkening window.
I reach out to unpeel
the last traces of
human warmth.
Almost a stranger now.
Another victim, for a whole
new refined prison set.
And there it is…..
‘on your way’
Metalic against a grey sky.
Walking the streets, once again.
Outside, the rain has stopped.
And I, have found the
language in this game.
All the way down to the sea.
And beyond.

With my words,
sketches of my soul.
Once more,
I am in the corner
of emptiness.

You say ‘move on’.
I say ‘ you have never
tasted seasons of
flowers and larks’.
Or the centuries
of life, I’ve seen.

Do not tell
me how to suffer.
When you have
no more face.
No more surface.
Only one of us,
was meant to be.

In this room,
I talk to myself.
Thinking everything is OK.
For a hostage here,
dismantled of time.
I hold on to my
waterbound dreams.
And survive for both of us.

Around me, a brick prison.
Glass, veins, blood and bones.
Opening inward,
sometimes outward.
Until, I’m left just with you.
And nothing else….
Then, my loneliness
is conquered.

This stinging curse,
goes on and on.
A history long and loud,
wrapped in plastic.
And more to call enemy.
Only the night knows,
of this vivid mockery of life
And daylight denied
by darkness.

A soul there is,
that you cannot touch.
That hasn’t blow out yet.
Combed by sea air,
and free spirits.
And the doting glances
of an island sun.

Unhurried now,
is the pain your cause.
But even the longest river,
is bound for sea.
And soon enough,
this will be settled –
by you and me.
To the fresh green,
without regret.
And a new love,
in its rebirth

You have come,
as a soul – alone.
From across the way.
To give me your love,
and isolation face.
As if you were here.
In a moment –
your voice, your laugh.
And a rainbow stands.

In this dark place,
shadows overlap.
Slipping on thin ice.
But you whispered to me,
words of love.
And I am taken back,
to those firefly nights.
My delight is abundant.
Two lives, now one.

Under moon shadows.
I eat cold rice.
And pluck sad memories
from their grave.
What else to do,
at 3 A.M..
In this deep isolation
and convicts rest.

Everything changes,
in the wink of an eye.
Gentle sunsets
and plum rain mornings.
Now, a traveller’s life,
sharpened on mountain rocks.
Leaving me alone,
with sadness my companion.
But, this is not how it will end.
Under the warm sun,
and magpie sky.
The flowers smile again,
and life reawakens.
A dream of you,
and my liberation.

Through the endless
hotel nights.
When sleep refuses
to come.
And the moon
is close to sobbing.

I see a woman,
in a far-off place.
Waiting for
someone’s return.

And you, who try
to bind my words.
I will not allow
you to forget.
Or dance on my grave,
just yet.

Zhengzhou quarantine poem #1

You sleep like a king,
sheltered from the
cold and pain.

You see the winter
moon – that flees
from the clouds.

A year has come,
almost to an end.
And I am trapped,
in webs of sorrow.

What crime did
I commit?
Almost in tears,
I write another
quarantine poem.