By X. Z. Shao
brought tears to my eyes.
are a new horizon dawning
I reach a mountain top.
past burdens seems lightened.
can go astride the crests of the landscape.
that the love radiating from your eyes
your heart manifesting all-embracing care？
a fire burning, yet it cools my seared skin,
water engulfing, yet it shields me from my haunting dreams.
whole being turns alive.
past vignettes play a movie in my mind.
on earth have I been doing?
this vast ocean of my native land,
chose to stay in an imaginary island of a stranger’s tongue.
when you come, all those make sense.
here to open the door and show you around, my friend.
Late night, September