Once Upon a Summer Night
by W. Wayne Lin

The day to part the meadow. Through the night,
you came to stay with me near the beach.
The sand warmed my feet while you sat right
next to me, the song you sang was a speech.
You told me and pointed at the stars I can reach,
and I would know someday, it’s longstanding,
always, I should hear the ocean landing.

You said, loon’s yodeling actualizes the longing
of the soul, in touch with abandoned dreams,
forsaken desires, a sense of belonging.
An echo of unyielding and wearied screams.
So far away, so nearby, in the lingering gleams.
“Where are you?” A distant wail, “I am here,”
and you reply, “you’ll hear and feel, loud and clear.”



 

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