I am this shadow
You cannot hold me
Only observe the outline
Transformed into birds
We soar high above the arched bridge
Into the white sky
Briefly our song is heard
Among the Weeping Willows
The huntsman skims a stone upon the water
To shatter a fleeting image
But his aim is faulty
We have already flown far and wide
Out of reach
Later in another country
Transformed into our former selves
We sip green tea together
The simplicity of the ceremony
Instils a profound peace
Holding hands in the dark
The certainty of our love feels stronger
Than the rocks that make up the mountains
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
19th. November 2012. The first three lines written 22nd. August 1972.
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