i am an earth dragon born of the thunder clan chinese-canadian settler third generation islander at heart. i live for the wind the rain camp- fires. four seasons a stove. hair of abandon the coo of a moth. one sun, one moon, all stars & i’ll be the first to spot an eagle.
when i am near you the numbers on streets and clocks are right the sound of rain upon the sidewalk is a complete refrain to a childhood melody at night the stars burn like candles, when blown, bow and tip their hats when i hold you in my mind the expanse of heavens dreamed in forlorn ancient texts reveal themselves like a vast, turning sky & you, like desert canyon walls, are a fountain waiting for rain.
look at the sky a web of stars without lines, a game of connect the dots drawn in invisible ink escaping with the moon maybe if we were close enough you could drag your finger through the constellations and feel each thread, strum a song and call it god; weave a patch in the fabric of existence or spin heaven into a spool and save it for a time at sea, letting it out at the quiet of night (or make a home in a corner of the room at the light of morning) hang tiny beads of dew like drops of honey... and sail on, unfold into a map a cornered box of a sphere, the opened gift of raven's chest float atop the sea of stories and creation.
i love you and i want to
tell you just one wish:
i wish not to be the lover
which you admire so much for
being the very figment of your
imagination, no – i wish to be
nothing above the ordinary, i
would be your steady hand routinely
applying eyeliner with precision
like a painter brushing the ceiling
of a chapel, delicately; i would
be your spice cabinet, utterly normal
yet full of variety and from me
you would choose just what you wanted
for yourself; i would be boring weather,
nothing more than simple rain, covering your head
falling at your feet, forming pools
and peering down i would be the smile
at your toes.