Jade Green*

Sampans writing their silhouettes against a skyline

Hazy Hong Kong teams against the twilight

Dressed in white suits and rickshaw.

Your eyes are deeply set.

We are in love.

The hot iron sun

Caresses the copper from your hair.

These are the moments we rush through life for.

These are the moments that thrust by too fast.

On the hillside a white robed Mandarin

Plays melodies on a flute.

The stars alone hear his music

As he plays with the rhythm of the wind.