My moon is high and cold today
She croons to the river
With her long silver hair spread
over the water
Making waves of sentimental notes
rippling and glistening
What is your moon like on the other
side of the Pacific Ocean?
I come a long way to the East River
Just to get closer to you in the far
east continent
On a ferry boat from Manhattan to
Staten Island
I imagine being a fish swimming
along the river of time
Towards you and our group glowing
brightly
Pretending that we are still young
and innocent
Yet under the Cold Moon in this
windy winter
We can no longer deny that we are an
ocean apart
Separated by time zones and
temperature
Leaving only the distant memory of
joys and pains
Under your moon and my moon
We will continue to flow along in
our own designated currents
And it is also time to revisit our
kindred souls
Crossing the time lapse of full moon
rising and setting
S.P. Ma
December 2019
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