That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.
Some oriental harmony
I never heard
Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.
Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .
Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.
I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.
Some oriental harmony
I never heard
Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.
Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .
Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.
I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.
