Poetry—Yuan Changming
Tender in Between: for Helena Qi Hong
As night
Falls
Can day
Catch it
From the other
Side of
This world?
Meanwhile
The broken heart
Is being
Caressed by
All the fingers
Of starlight
As tender as
Illuminating
Relay of Love: for Helena Qi Hong
Living on the opposite sides of
The world, we take turns to go
To bed, each waking up
To become part of the other
In the same dream, even
About the same moment
Day & night
Though, alas, on different beds
In different time zones
For Helena Qi Hong: Having Missed U
On my way
To Dao
I was so
Constantly
Held up
In my dream
Of U
Of me
Of us
As to become
Two quanta
Long lost
But as entangled
As ever
In Insomnia: for Helena Qi Hong
In this
Expansive
Moment of
Post-midnight
There are all
The muted
Sounds of
Thought
Hauling
An indefinitely
Prolonged
Trail of feel
Like a train
Running with
Endless cars
On a rail
Stretching afar
Beyond
The morning glow
Reverie: for Helena Qi Hong
Gushing
Out of his
Frame of
Selfhood
& flowing
Into her
Innermost
Lake
His missing for her
Kept splashing
Along
The wild
Stream
Of last night
Until it
Joins her
At dawn
Like a waterfall
Gathering: for Helena Qi Hong
Sitting at the every table
Is a rearranged array
Of familiar shapes of
Strange bodies (or
Strange shapes of
Familiar bodies)
Silhouetting boisterously
Against night. Reflecting
From the glass are
Different colors of your
Friends voices speaking
From disparate distances
One from Vancouver, another
From Jingzhou, a third from
Melbourne. When the party
Ends in the midnight
Theyll all withdraw into
Ghostly existences, some-
Where as far away from
The present as from
This spot of being
Like one of your whims
Bubbling only to break
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