by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
a noonday eclipse
no matter what happens
we meet, bistre junction
no matter rain or moonshine
we exchange stories –
no matter, the path will stay
the road till then
between thumb and finger
a blessing – relic
from the chapel
its shrine shimmering
vast blanket light
then night again and an owl
hope in the new days
we approach the green vista
ceil words in backpack
From:
Wag's Revue
Copyright ©:
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
Last updated May 31, 2011