Traveler
/by Sejo Pan
Gone thus far
The firey autumn maple leaves on the river bank
Has he trodden into
A glistening glare of white snow.
From reverie he set out,
To memory he returned.
The map at heart drawn and redrawn
The very first turned into the last
The end became the beginning.
He shed a layer of skin, added clothes
He was careful not to leave a footprint
But as he looked back
Not a sight of paths taken could he catch anymore.
He thought by discarding all the way
Luggages that were too heavy
He could make it to the edge of the world
As a story he heard struck him almost as his own
His shadow began to shiver.
The distant echo suddenly turned clear
He said
Would you sing that song for me
Would you let me carry you at my heart
Would you feel my pain
Would you stay by my side
When I wake up from my dreams.
Before sleep I pulled out my heart
Hung it on the half moon roaming in the sky
So you can look upon from afar
The longing unfulfilled
All the way sinking
To the west of the sky.