You are just ten years
and two months
ahead
in the year I turn senior
now we can talk
woman to woman
a friend said
I am more than a
die-hard fan
but all I want is
to hold your hand
we don't have to talk
You dive off the rock
into black water
you swim with the mink
play ping pong with panda
suddenly burst out
a big laughter
drive a yellow taxi
hop on a cloud
chat with your neighbour
this is heaven
why wait until next life
you both wonder
No fate could trip you
no illness could harm
your adroit big hands
destined to venture
test, and cross
new frontier
opening tunings
heart and mind
music and words
living and feeding each other
and they can never be hurt
by popularity and profit monger
You are just ten years
and two months
ahead
in the year I turn senior
we can talk
woman to woman
you ain't no saint
but I love you anyways
dear friend
you have tried so hard
and given so much
I am listening
Bad dreams
grand plan
you fell off the rock
into black water
deep sea, bioluminous
howling and glowing
under five hundred metres
you come back with a new hat
cowgirl, Indian look and all that
your little light shines
through your eyes, years
and tears
Published on Nov 5, 2018
