Xiao Wei, in the hours of our brief obstacles
Can you remember the smell of roses?
I have too many fragments of beauty
In my soul, I’m light as a feather
Without attachment, I dream of you today
I crave the brilliance of an embattled lifetime
The suffering of sleeping alone
And finding pause and dear companions
In the shallow night of superficial years
Xiao Wei, you have no idea ~
How much and love for the sun, you have brought me
I must lead an empty life to say it is so
But coming from heaven, I beg the universe
At times for little gestures, tiny signs
That I too have a place in existence
Xiao Wei, the giver of plenitude
I am a vessel as if filled by your water
Your tears, your sweat, your mind’s blood is my own
I inherit you by nearness to you
I mirror your kindness by being familiar to you
I love what you love by proximity
I ache what you ache for by shared identity
I am nothing and nobody without that
Xiao Wei, there are no friends that last forever
At least not for me, so as I am assaulted by
A glimpse into forever, I pause at the spring
At the fountain of you, at the purity
At the gestures of my lost youth
Xiao Wei, it does not matter who I loved or what I did
But did I rejoice in what was given?
Was I grateful for my innocence virginity
For the gifts of my character, that to others
Were a vice, my gifts of royalty that to others
Went invisible, farewell my friend
These times pass and go, but I linger in the middle
In the love of your imagined nearness
Like a broken hearted ghost.
Wuji Seshat 