Someday I will return
to my home
with empty hands and full of regrets
The answer I was looking for
it was at the starting point
After a ridiculous circle
like a little pooch chases its own tail
the conclusion is the same
Before you start
look back
Maybe this is a journey you already had
You can go to the mountains and the seas
you can pass rivers and dangerous paths
with the falling shadows behind you
The dead trees and the dried lakes
the mourning flowers of the autumn
and the farewell from the bleeding sparrows
I met an old man in the highest peak of the world
He was dying smiling
"The living sparrows are the transmitters
for the dead" he told me
as he was watching the cascade
created by the melting snow
Someday I will return all your letters
via my naughty clouds
they surf nonchalantly between worlds
though I have to warn you
the light you need to continue
might blew out from fate's sharp sword
Yet you may not realize
the blindness of you own soul
And one more thing
all of this
is just an exercise in futility
like the smiling playful whale
who haunts my grey sky
Maria Rodopoulou
inspired by the song 'Return from a long dream" - Li Yuchun
Painter Madeleine Fu