Across the bridge of time a temple
lay beside a river near a mountain peak:
Like flower-scent and willow-shade, free.
Now silver mists of memory veil its shore
of soft sand, sun-warm, that comforted
the lonely wanderer, whispering,
Come back to me.
(inspired byTu Fu, 712-770)
©2014 Christine Plouvier
Thanks to Robert Okaji for another evocative post!