Two lost kites
drift through night tide.
The moon shines
on both of them.
When our smiles last glanced
pathways where layered in August carpets.
Now the winter snow has fallen
the world blanketed in incandescent stillness.
I see prints in the snow and wonder,
if maybe, they were made by you.
I could sail star rivers on a raft of clouds
observing all under heaven
and still I would wonder, under all this azure,
will I ever find you?
Solitary, idle moments
spent staring at the moon.
Now the only times
I meet with you.
I linger outside of the archway of books
having seen you there before, expecting you there again.
Now empty and, a realization I may never see you again,
my anticipation flutters to wind strewn ridges.
Yet if chance was to forge happenstance
and should return
the moment itself would just unfurl, and unfurl
silent talk with forgotten words.
Under heavens boundless gaze the
10,000 things are in endless motion
while in radiant azure depths you
wander white cloud paths
as I journey through emerald pines
wrapped in silvered azure mists.
Still, for a moment, I gaze and gaze,
will I ever meet you again?
A chance meeting in long ago distance.
Now lost on life’s voluminous currents
we drift, two pieces of drift wood, from the same raft
shattered by the chance leap of the vast whale.
Come September, by chance or not we could meet again
just two people, in immaculate idleness, still and empty
in a perfect reasonless silence, gazing skyward
at the sky-raft wanderer sailing the star river.
Three for a girl.
Seven for a secret never to be told.
You even bewilder the magpies.
In to an orange dust dawn
black and white figments
I follow the tracks in the snow, until
they break towards the silver mists, the immortal climbs.
I peer into those depths and wonder,
will you ever return?
Vast mountain peaks and flowing rivers
emerald mists cloud the highlands
thick forests of silver azure occupy the low.
Gazing out over this land
I wonder were you could be
the 10,000 things unable to shake the lingering emptiness.
Over such distances even dragon
roars are laden with sorrow.
All my efforts to find
so I send forth this paper crane
inscribed with my words
hoping it finds its way
to your bramble gate.
Poets and poems that inspired this post: http://skyraftwanderer.blogspot.com/2011/12/chinese-poems.html
Pictures, In order of appearance found at the following:
Anyone who has read I Like (https://skyraft.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/i-like/) knows who these are for. Do with them what you will.