there were
copper-colored ponies
there was air
that smelled like rain
and the moon was
out in daytime
when i first
learned your name
and though the
clouds a-quickly moved in
though the path
looked overgrown
the time that
i spent talkin' to you
made me feel
like i was home

wo hen hao nan guo. zhen de nan guo. wo mei you hao peng you, mei you. wei xi ma xiao tz fang qi wo? wo bu ming pi tah. wo bu jue dao. wo yao co pin xin peng you. de xi, wo hen hao nan guo. wo nan guo. wo ku mei tian. chiyan shuai qiao, wo ku. wo bu xiao xiao. wo hen hai pa. wo hen lei. wo nan guo. zhen de nan guo.

she chose to walk alone.
though others wondered why.
refused to look before her,
kept eyes cast upwards,
towards the sky.

she didn't have companions.
no need for earthly things.
only wanted freedom,
from what she felt were puppet strings.

she longed to be a bird.
that she might fly away.
she pitied every blade of grass
for planted they would stay.

she longed to be a flame.
that brightly danced alone.
felt jealous of steam
that made the air its only home.

some say she wished too hard.
some say she wished too long.
but we awoke one autumn day
to find that she was gone.

the trees, they say, stood witness.
the sky refused to tell.
but someone who had seen it
said the story played out well.

she spread her arms out wide.
breathed in the break of dawn.
she just let go of all she held...

and then she was gone.