Beneath the golden moon and by the stream
a woman ponders all the life she faces
because the world seems like another dream
and never strays to visit other places.
With flowers in her flowing raven hair,
she picked to give her holy crown a cover
exuding scent that lingers in the air
which suitors follow so that they may savor.
But beauty never sees the golden sun
as if to be dissolved by nature’s light
she sits alone as if she is but one;
none could behold such a glorious sight.
Exotic mystery could not contain this space.
Perhaps the time has come to show her face.
Copyright © 2008 JG Wang