A Parting at West Lake (After Li Shangyin)
You’ve now departed.
Tonight it’s a sickle moon.
Do we share it although
you might be far away?
Unable to rest
on this mournful night,
I walk into my garden.
But I can’t hold in my hands
the moon’s pale light,
and my pajama bottoms
become wet with dew,
so I return to my room
to dream of our reunion.
But I have to wonder,
is it the same question with you?
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Illinois. His plays are published by Playscripts; Blue Moon Plays; and Off The Wall Plays. His poem "Written At Blue Lake" was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
You’ve now departed.
Tonight it’s a sickle moon.
Do we share it although
you might be far away?
Unable to rest
on this mournful night,
I walk into my garden.
But I can’t hold in my hands
the moon’s pale light,
and my pajama bottoms
become wet with dew,
so I return to my room
to dream of our reunion.
But I have to wonder,
is it the same question with you?
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Illinois. His plays are published by Playscripts; Blue Moon Plays; and Off The Wall Plays. His poem "Written At Blue Lake" was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.