Wafting away from mouth and lip
Through volumes of mist and fog
My haunting breath floats beyond,
Bearing the scent of my song.
Deep in the city horns linger on corners,
With streetlights then pointing the way.
And the moment of our last meeting?
Will our shadows again ever cross?
Should destiny then ask from where?
We were borne on separate paths,
Simple the reason to vanquish our care.

A shadow from afar,
      in a dark silk suit,
Walking slowly past,
      my cup of noodle soup,
Has brought to me,  
      with a shimmery sound,
The breath of trees,
      and a thousand streams.
I heard him in,
      my sunny breakfast nook,
I traced his path,
      in my steaming tea,
And I fear no change,
      no future needs,
though my restless heart,  
      may one day die,
As my summers chase,
      the cloudless skies.

On alien shores
all waves find end
   Their dying cries
surround me.

In your left hand
the arrow.

In your right hand
the string.

I am wounded.
On my hands and knees
I cross the stream.

This same fast flow
from life let us go.

Every day I wake
Only slowly to swim to shore.

Sudden in their startled flight
Of black birds flocking through
calling in the coming night
Across the moon they flew,
Fat round, silent white.

I want to inhale you like cool moonlight.
Like I would seek a taste of fine wine,
swirling round, teasing my mouth
I want to devour spoonsful of you sweet
and warm like honey in slow dripping sips,
slipping my tongue between slippery lips.
I want to love you again and again.
Until you're so happy you could cry,
And this is why my wondering sighs
Cannot provide for you my truth.
This is why my eyes cannot lie, and so,
I avoid your gaze in shame.
Shame,
Be it my name.