【诗】A Wild Goose Chase# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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A Wild Goose Chase
On the southern bank of Lake Erie,
I was an apparent stranger among locals.
I was not a treasure hunter, rather a wild goose chaser,
even though these two might have the same fate.
I was not disappointed though.
A fleet of wild geese flying afar
melted into the sunset, just the scene
I have dreamt of over and over again.
The air vibrated with my heart beats, which in turn
rhymed with the flutters of the geese's wings.
Above the water, a kite flew high.
A gust bent its path of return.
Near the water, a flower looked down,
but couldn't find its falling petals on the ground.
"Come back." I was calling all those that have been gone,
but nothing did, not even an echo.
At this moment, like any other moment in life,
I am at a point of no return.
I would never see the first love, the first kiss,
or the birth of the first child starting over again,
no matter how far I have traveled.
I'll continue to search and chase,
till one day I finally figure out
what the metaphor of my last sunset really means.
That might be the moment I myself melt into it.
(2015.5.9)
("wild goose chase" is an idiom, means a futile pursuit.)
On the southern bank of Lake Erie,
I was an apparent stranger among locals.
I was not a treasure hunter, rather a wild goose chaser,
even though these two might have the same fate.
I was not disappointed though.
A fleet of wild geese flying afar
melted into the sunset, just the scene
I have dreamt of over and over again.
The air vibrated with my heart beats, which in turn
rhymed with the flutters of the geese's wings.
Above the water, a kite flew high.
A gust bent its path of return.
Near the water, a flower looked down,
but couldn't find its falling petals on the ground.
"Come back." I was calling all those that have been gone,
but nothing did, not even an echo.
At this moment, like any other moment in life,
I am at a point of no return.
I would never see the first love, the first kiss,
or the birth of the first child starting over again,
no matter how far I have traveled.
I'll continue to search and chase,
till one day I finally figure out
what the metaphor of my last sunset really means.
That might be the moment I myself melt into it.
(2015.5.9)
("wild goose chase" is an idiom, means a futile pursuit.)
