my ghosts visit with winter rains

I remember the sun so strongly
streaming through her window
gleaming below the ice and snow

flowing, powerful
in bright brilliant warm glints

her face still speaks to me
next to me, as if teaching me
proper mandarin inflections
curving quietly with our touch

we danced between heartbeats
singing without pronunciation
for a chinese new year moon
embraced together in light

now distant as the rain returns
tears of my memory will forget
the simplicity of forever
as sunlight streams


// © by wataru ebihara

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