Late Night
星期五 六月 12, 2009 11:13 am
We sit in our bed.
You watch a new movie;
I read a quatrain book.
The window drapes are heavy,
no moon can peek through.
Yet I can see moons in my book -
the new moon takes me back to the Stone City;
the full one flows on Yangzi River.
Twenty years, the moon follows me
wherever I go, printing my slim shadow.
Over the Pacific Ocean, I recall
a special one
engraved in my dream
and drown in Nostalgia River.
Listen to the fading echoes,
I hold your hands beneath our blanket.