The moon, like you,

Is far away from me, but it’s

Our sole memento:

If you look and recall our past

Through it, we can be one mind.

– Saigyo


Just like that

You had me trapped in a timeless loop

with a smile and your loving gaze

with nowhere to exit

and no will to exit

Wide eyed

Our eyes met

never mind the fact that the moon have no eyes,

so to speak


Yet I know we were staring into each other

and at least I was lost in its eyes, wide eyed

tracing the depths of its sorrow and beauty,

and all the unspeakable pasts endured thus far


I stood there frozen, amongst the others at

this intersection, the traffic busy and the people anxious

for the green, seemingly unaware of the blossoming

moon looming above us


Perhaps it was tracing my life’s story as well,

as memories drifted from the horizons to the mind’s shore

this stretched moment was abruptly interrupted by the

little green man and its agreeable folks rushing to meet each other


And I too, joined the others


Perhaps in place of you

I’ve found the guitar, not the same, not as lovely

but it’s the only thing i love now

each sustained note i pluck, a sustained cry out for you

It’s lovely curve a substitute for the warmth of your body,

I hug in place of you—and gently caress its strings,

up and down along its neck,

from E to e, as I would do to your hair

It’s not the same, but it’s the only thing that

distracts me from the pain now

Eyes II

My eyes searched yours

for the poem that should have been

but I see a future that is yesterday

and the many nights long past




你我之間 已經沒任何瓜葛

曾經的曾經 也只是過眼雲煙

留下的 只有我 和我的執著

對此我不會有任何恨 也不會做任何傻事

但 妳要












Somethings loop—

like the numbers that make up a year

one to three hundred and sixty five

the days and months and year

looping while civilisation hangs on a thread

but eternity is unnatural,

a human construct

a longing