Sometime, Forest
It is like renaming familiarity, paying homage
to the sunset, though my fingers are too numb
to feel the golden bough, but still amazed at
how sound of seabirds revitalizes memories.
You see, I can’t replace you with silence.
The universal wish spelled out by a blossoming rose,
Lovers meet and depart again, the water fountain
also has a wish, as it runs down the cliff, ungratified
as though, to an un-admitted future --- which is
the only light it fits itself into: the lucency of love.
Will my sorrow find an answer? Is it true that in distance
we see more? life after life, year after year, dusts settle,
night shivers in us. The open secret, or the unseen rain?
As I re-enter the forest in an almost pre-destined pace, calm
like the evening lake, sad like the all-knowledgeable moon.
2004-10-8
