After Bei Dao (a Bouquet)

by Dieu

Between me and the world
you are an echo, a cathedral,
a silence between two breaths,
a murmur, a photograph,
a hidden word at the center of my dream.

Between me and the world
you are an eclipse, a blade,
a tree I would like to climb,
a halo, a mosaic,
a childhood toy lost then found.

Between me and the world
you are a soliloquy, a blanket,
a deep well among the sands,
a bell, a lighthouse,
a map leading me home.

Between me and the world,
you are a lullaby, a flickering flame,
a smile masked by night,
a prism, an etching,
a book of secrets never read.

Between me and the world,
you are a carousel, an arabesque,
a hesitation before the leap,
a cliff, a constellation,
a sky revealing everything.

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