Misted the flowers weep as light dies
Moon of white silk sleeplessly cries.
Stilled – Phoenix wings.
Touched – Mandarin strings.
This song tells secrets that no one knows
To far Yenjan on Spring breeze it goes.
To you it flies
Through the night skies.
Sidelong – Eyes. How
White tears fill now!
Heart’s pain? Come see –
In this mirror with me.
— Li Po, Yearning
DaddyBear’s Den 