[Two poems I wrote to honour my second wife, Mei San, mother of my first-born son.]
Hoofbeats on sand
chased away all thought
my heart fell in tune
led by your laughter
Perfect in the clarity
evenings can induce
a rose too beautiful
for the vase and water
Thank you for
a petal's texture,
its vibrant colour,
and most subtle fragrance
Thorns will not
pierce the honey-gatherer,
nor dissuade his touch,
for the moment lost
In collection
of the pure yellow dust
of love's bidding
that you grant me
Today
up a steep mountain
I went
near the top
in a place I know
I left a thought of love
It is tucked away
where nothing
will ever disturb it
and only for you
When night comes
I look across the water
towards your house
and my kiss
becomes a bird
flying home to you
in the dark