Twilight, Missing Wan Ken-lau

A sweep of red plateau

spills toward the vast golden desert

In what corner, whose desolate smile?

A coil of elegant hair, riffling lightly

A scarf shaken free

Mountains gather up loose stars

The sea beguiles the trembling fish fires

Trees loft their web of dreams

Past the horizon

faint haze

The moon suspends

so close to barren huts

that longing gaze

so far

between heaven and forgotten earth

this wait