the birds of paradise

mo(u)rn.

i collect some flowers for you, my beloved,

my heart still yearns to offer them to you in person

the gap between life and death holds a gateless bridge

i keep trying to cross, unable to find the entrance

birds of paradise, the petals that fold sunshine

and cast impermanence into the bosom of time

gathering heaven and earth, spreading their wings in pride

forever rising and giving, though they wilt in five sun cycles

mo(u)rn.

i collect some flowers for you, my beloved,

my heart stands still next to the white-flower trellis

what am i seeking on the plateau of time?

the divan of mourning spreads out my long love

mo(u)rn.

i collect some flowers for you, my beloved,

my soul buries its face in the future, sobbing, choking up

you spread your paradise wings, and prompt the nacreous sun

to pour boughs of light beneath your lambent wings