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