Love Song for T
Your eyes can always make me believe
The wandering ghosts in this world have a string
Behind them, and I am always on the way home
Even by your side or deep in you.
At this moment, there is wind outside, but you
Want to drive it away with your voice,
Knowing for a fact that not only may I turn to you a deaf ear
But also I’d take a glimpse of the sky full of hesitation,
For the square of skyscape attracts me more.
Being allured by cloudscape is my nature, and you know this too well.
This knowledge of knowing is not for words, because for the most time
The core of love is wrapped by chores, and now we peel it no more.
A core that is too easily seen needs an estranging membrane.
When closeness and remoteness are undividable, all my wants
Are you combined, from the past to the present, and you allow me
The wildest dream about an alternative future followed by a self-mocking smile.
At this, you return to old days, bringing me a fit of wonderful shudders.
Little rococo shells fall and rise like flakes in a draught, songbirds
Swimming in the sunlight-scissored air in a gorged defined by an old knotted pine.
Above, a spread eagle is still, like a rivet in the sky.
There is eternity in this motion, and I see seasons change but not your eyes.
May 4, 2010