Lightly touching each other

Deep in the endless dark
Our destinies
Are weaved together
Like the roots of a tree
Lightly touching each other
When the sweeping autumn wind
Rustles the golden leaves
Cold heartedly.



I sow a prayer
On the sunrise hills
Where the iron sky is cold and dark.
I sow a promise
And watch my caged-in longing
Burst into vivid bloom –
A wildly disheveled dandelion
On the hard and empty fields
Of the eastern morning light.