By: Amoureax Amant
I would rather be a rider on lawn,
and ride on my own horse toward sundown,
drifting with western wind haunted white horse,
with scent of grass mixed with fragrance of roses.
I would rather be a fisher in dawn,
and paddle my own boat from town to town,
sailing with chanting tide moistened both shores,
with fog veiled in river surface like gauze.
I would rather be a blooming pear tree,
and fill with pear blossoms lured honeybee,
growing with scent in front of your window,
with pear petals slipped on amber meadow.
All pear petals were drifting thought of you,
when we paddled on each other's canoe.