You
If there has been
A place that is serene
Bring me
Those bleached purple tealeaves
And a bowl of moonlight
To drink
I want to know
You
Why can’t you speak, why don’t you laugh and weep?
Did the red-faced Time leap over you?
Were the nightingales mute?
Or the golden deer hid in the beam?
My gaze is lost in the mist
Did you not
Hunt, and sing?
Perhaps one day you will
and I hope there will be a river
Cheering.