One Your face is the autumn light shining Through leaves hung by frozen Branches on the early harvest time Wetness of your lips reflect sunlight Gleaming on the horizon yellow Purple clouds laugh while their hems drop- The early rains of morning flood
Two She lies down next to me and I see Her cloud blossom breasts Tinkle by the breeze blowing Across the sheets. Then I walk down the staircase Of her marble ribs and find a meadow Shadows extend towards east… It will rain soon. The purple mist gathers above Her cornfield lids … Wish I were her dreams
Three You enter my garden like A goddess in ancient tales, Gliding above purple lakes, Letting lilies kiss your hips I long my hand towards you And my wishes narrowly dim…