Xiao Wei, if the moon hath left the sky
Be it for you, lost in the Pleiads’ light
With such a soft sweet glow,
It is midnight here, but I wonder as
Time slips by, why you live in me
With the ache of breeze and infinity
How does the moon disappear
Into the sea, and how does she know?
That time lasts as long as fruit hungry
For the ground, to transport the seed
As if it was all fated long ago
Our ancestors met and moved
To new valleys and new shores
Only to result in our eyes looking
Reaching over oceans as such
Xiao Wei, where do the birds roam?
That they look not for fragments
But they feel the whole, the earth, wind and seas
From above, how lost I am in this digital world
Where the future is a simulation
And a woman is a dream, I guess
I will never truly visit California
It’s only an idea lost in your voice
Where memory is graft that outgrows itself
From reality and between fantasy
All summer kinship dispels the mortal rose
Xiao Wei, but I will remember thee.
Wuji Seshat 