Under an unkempt hedge I drink alone in a quiet noon
Dazed by brevity of life, I reflect on bygone years again with increasing concern.
The southern winds blow in dusk too soon;
At the edge of silver clouds, I see floating eagles weave lines in the parting sun.
Her wrists were white with crystallized tears when we last bid goodbye
Words would not part from mouth; only smothered sighs.
The ways of emotions were both irrational and rowdy
Hands waving, brows would not cease to leap with dismay.