Poetry

Sitting by Our River in the Early Morning Light
The Sun is Bleeding Red and Gold
Into the Eastern Horizon
Where He Lives
I Write a Poem on a Maple Leaf
Talking of Love and Desire
I send you, Maple Leaf, on a Journey
To the Free World of my Dream
My Dream to Be with Him

Walking Alongside the River
I See My Poem Floating Down the Stream
Carrying My Longing
My Tears of Yearning Overflow my Heart
Only in Dreams can We Reunite
Will He Ever Find My Maple Leave
Adrift, Just like Me, Trying to Reach Him?
Fair Journey, Little Leave, Please Travel Fast
Tell Him I am Here by the River
Waiting