WAFTING OLD PERFUME
The wind moved the orchid lightly,
the rain fell faintly as illusive as nightly.
was back. There wafted the perfume
In that repercussion remained a longing to hold.
I came back, to check if that
river did cause
its stream of lovesickness any boat to pause.
to that dim distance, our old country found,
I welcomed the moon, the hesitant autumn sound.
Back, and my heart
suddenly felt tears flowing,
the mist and smoke poetic inspiration showing.
I had come back as if in a dream
hard to believe
With the image of someone still to wait, to grieve.
decades had since elapsed: late, this dove?
Twenty years long sufficed to ruin our love.