Xiao Wei, it’s not unlike the gods to
Celebrate us without any idols
My organs dance to the design of time
My lips are streaked with silence
My heart is stained with flowers
My hopes are soft voices left unwhispered
My faith is a tenuous flame that gleams
Darkest in the adversity of the night
Xiao Wei, my spirit is hidden beneath
The miracles of our everyday duties
That pause and collapse like a winding universe
Whose goal is nothing, so how shall we
Feel the change, when spring arrives ~
When morning sends me a blanket of light
To roam, across your face, across hours
Where I must not desire too much
The ancient genes of ancestors
I can only linger with humility
I am not part of the loveliest, but
You are, I can see it in your strength
In the tilt of your hips to the stars
In the palpitant passion of your ray
In the seasonal angle for your inner sun
I feel it like a necklace of seashells
In the weight of your tired smile
In the fragrance of your voice
That rings like an emblem of consecration
For which I do not know the significance
I am only a bystander that happened
To look into your shinning parlour of fantastic peace
I know you by your gruelling song of radiance
By your fire of quality, your industry of creation.
Xiao Wei, stay close, entice me again with your wisdom.
Wuji Seshat 