千里芳草

When my friend had been away a decade, I woke, with his voice in my ear. I sat up in bed, and switch on my lap-top, and stared at the fresh opened blog. Small world and the spin of internet. If he called again, I would dress up and open the door.

Write a poem for me

Write a poem for me

in golden sands by the sea.

And call on the running tide,

not drown your love untill I see.

If you did,

I shall ride

to wherever far you be.

Write a poem for me

in green leaves of the tree.

And bow to the chilling wind,

not blow away your heart untill I see.

If you did,

I shall fade

in your dreams setting you free.

Write a poem for me

in my palm while on bended knee.

And hold my trembling hand,

not forget your lifetime guarantee.

If you did,

I shall stay by your side

to infuse every cup of tea.

 --Dong Fangfang