I'm a peach tree
deep in a gorge, flowering
smiling and nodding to no one

you were the moon
high in the night sky
shining down on me one hour
and then going on

a razorsharp sword
can't cut a stream of water
it foams across the blade, goes on

my thoughts don't stop
they are the stream
they flow
they follow you forever.

This wasn't written by me. It's something I found that touched me. It's by Li Po, and translated by David Young � 1990 by Oberlin College Press