LIGHTHOUSE

Riverbank silent in winter evening, few stays I read my homestead alone in my dreamland A hand raised suddenly, touches the heaven:

A beam of light radiating from you, lighthouse!

Thrusting in the dark, the light is flown with dust Brightening river route and winged insects Soon encompassing all and pacifying the soul A bit burdened is my eternal thinking

By the side of peaceful route There berth a fleet of ships at half-mast They stand as furious skeletons Indifferent to your bright sight They have reached a destination for business

Submerged in currents of people, in a cyclic danger I have no way to climb within the surging water My arm does nothing other than signal:

“Over here, lighthouse, can you yet see me?”

So elated for me to see you, my lighthouse Such extravagance to touch your light yet Another fantastic wish is to be held in your bosom Enlightening the internal darkness, yours and mine! ——Published on Anthology of the XXII World Congress of Poets（2002，Romania）