YAOYAN HUANG

A pale pink petal

Floats on top of the lake

Without any ripples in the water.

 

A lute player sits

On the dirt crusted ledge

And plays a song for the fish.

 

A young girl waits

At the water’s edge at dawn

For a ship that will never return

 

A young couple kisses

On the wooden bridge

And make promises of eternal love.

 

An old sailor sings

Sweet laments of the sea

While his boat rocks on invisible waves.

 

The dragonfly stands

On top of the lake

For a brief moment in time.