I remember
That year among the flowers
Deep in the night
Meeting my love
For the first time:
West of the Water Pavilion
Behind painted curtains,
Holding hands,
A secret tryst.

Heartache
At the morning oriole's cry,
As the tattered moon went down,
And we said goodbye!
Since then,
Not a word.
We are both far from home.
Why should we ever meet again?