To my dad and all my ancestors who became stars.

Love leaks through shadows,
dancing to illusions.
Hum an ocean song,
entice dew drops
on autumn mornings—
I keep my windows open,
let them all in.

Paper boats drift along
the streamlets of rain;
love seeps in through
the backdoor in monsoon
while heartstrings wane—
I keep my tears open,
let them all in.

A kite sings from the cliff
and whirlwind lets
shadows loom large,
soaring spirits invite
stars to my lake.
Everyone who left speaks—
I keep my ears open,
let them all in.

📷 By me, Gippsland, Victoria.