Journeys iii: Heavenly Lake

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I hope my journey will be as far
as the day is long,
propelled by my desire to sit
beside the mountain one last time,
cross legged in breathless sighs
to rest like the mist on the shoulder
of this giant, and later, when I sleep,
all dreams and sad memories
that accompanied me on this trail
will be companion to my tears held within it.
There I will await the sudden majesty of sunset,
and see dwelling therein all heartache
until morning so that I can sleep soundly
and unburdened; temporarily
unfastened from my days
as they draw to an end, to wake refreshed
for the long road ahead.
Navigating this golden gateway
between heaven and earth will be filled with
trepidation but with a heart so much lighter –
deftly held by the sunrise,
rich in artistry, resplendent in colour
to soothe my aching bones –
it will be something to revisit,
or perhaps just gaze at from
the cradle of the mist.
My breath is captured stillness,
its last composition unravels
in the jade brushwork of reeds,
stroked to fine perfection and inked
just right; it is my penned farewell to
the Tianchi Lake where I now meander
in spirit.

(i) West window
(ii) Journey