Thoughts Go Far Away on A Late Autumn Day

Thoughts Go Far Away on A Late Autumn Day

 

The early sun hovers above

the village outside the city.

A piece of red cloud falls onto a maple

tree where the autumn ripens.

 

A flock of birds calling for each other,

loud and clear, to go somewhere.

They fly through the woods,

a few leaves knocked down,

gone is also their singing sound.

 

After the candle in my heart goes out,

I can no longer shed more tears.

In order for the eyes of my mind to see further, I have climbed up for years.

 

So I can turn into a white cloud

and drift back to elsewhere.

My thoughts go so far away,

like an eastward river.

 

【七律】深秋思远

 

日悬城外野村头，满落红云一树秋。

呼伴引朋群鸟闹，穿林打叶数声幽。

心烛已灭休垂泪，灵目欲穷更上楼。

身似碧云归别处，魂驰千里水东流。

 

(© November, 2023, godog)