I read Chinese in the darkened room.
One candle glows.
I close my eyes and see the deep nothing.
I hear a rustle in the wind.
Someone has blown the candle out again.

I wander through the open door
Barefoot to the wet sand on the shore.
Dim stars light the foggy night,
And waves crash o'er
And o'er,
As I cut Chinese glyphs
Of my love for you
Into the pale sand beneath a pale moon.
Deep tracks like ink
Fill with seawater
Blue-noir.
Read them and weep,
And weep for me, too.

-jenn