Darling,
you are a river of silk.

Enveloped by the warm
heart of the town,
it curves like a blue thread.
I long for the running sound.

Every night, the river brings
yearning, affectionate dreams,
and ferries over the silver,
sandy field of Joh-Poh port.

Darling,
you are a distant beam
of moonlight.

The river is like my older sister’s
heart ­ a gossamer
drape of silk.