We three met
Beneath the Eye In the Sky,
Above the green-blue lake.
You two were sent for a lesson;
I met you to escape.
Stories from long ago
And old films that you two know
Are shining new to me.
One of you loves me
And to the other
I made love.
But in teaching me your lessons,
(Balzac is our favourite!)
You have taught me not to love.
Let us lie here under the sky
Unwatched by others’ eyes,
Away from what you know.
One day you will accept this place,
But then, I will need to go.
Years from now, if you return,
You will still not find me.
Look for my name
On a candle-lit, paper boat,
In the twilight of
Zhongyuanjie
On the blue-green lake.