Water Dance

November 20^th-28^th, Dallas- San Francisco

When a story ends memory is left

Like the sands sinking to the bottom leaving the water clear

Through the water we see our past reflected

As an illusion, a mirage

We reach out to justify its existence

The reality trembles, the feeling dissolves

But I did not tell you how I liked the ripples

Ripples of the titillating sadness, generated

From flinging the precious stone of our common memory

Or dripping of the raindrops

In the gloomy autumn night

We both anticipated

Now we are like two still plains

Lying far apart, oceans away

Our rivers never join

Our days and nights never meet

I once believed

That all the waters on the earth are connected

If I unleash my favorite boat

From the farthest mountain

It would follow the creek the river the ocean

And eventually sail to you

But now I know

How difficult that journey is

Even if I had known

The flood is breaking over the dikes and forests

When we are sleeping in the old lullaby

Even if I had known

The secret hot spring is hidden under the ice

Frozen from years of waiting

I would still moor my boat

Jump into the water, naked

The current drifts me aimlessly

The weeds tangle my feet and strangle me

Under the celestial dome

Boundary is beyond my imagination

That is my dance in the water

My flirt with the art of drowning 

When our legacy vaporizes as a faded watermark 

Remembering will become a hard task

But, I am still hoping

When I turn back my head

I can see your dark shadow

Under the last golden sunshine

Gilding through the deserted shipyard

And your mysterious solitude

Is blossoming in the lonely island

You once told me about