tears of the mandarin
duck softly swelling –
orange to preen
winter to song
long there is more to believe
I have traded –
the wave that would wash me
to places unknown
and soothe me with stories
of intimate places
china grey mountains
and cold crystal streams
rolled into somewhere
I might have been dancing
before I was born
to the warmth of your skies
blue every memory
of soaring and sailing
far past the pull of Jupiter
Mars –
a shadow to places
unclaimed by illusion –
eternity floating
on ripples of green