Before the world was always moving, constantly ever changing,
before the sun's habitual setting, the moon's continual rising,
before the first flower's blooming, the tree's orginal sprouting
forever did I dream of you.

While the rivers are rapidly flowing, currents always sweeping,
while the tides are timely rising, the waves consistently splashing
while the wind is silently whispering, the stars steadily twinkling,
forever do I dream of you.

After the world may cease it's turning, the sun relinquished its burning
after the rivers halt its waving, the trees no longer aging,
after the wind has quit its speaking, the stars stopped their shinning,
Still, forever will I dream of you.

Andrew Pau-Cun Li

The Poetry Corner