Let me tell you one story....
One night,I sit in the restaurant near Vltava River.
The candle lights are burned as if they will shout with their pain.
I’m painful,also wounded like an escaped criminal...
From this bridge to another,
I have stolen the moonlight reflecting in my eyes.
I leave here with him, but nobody discovers.
Even the night becomes darker, no one cares.
They just gather in the weak table lights,
and talk about nothing related to their spirits.
I bring the moonlight home,
and put him in a pot.
I nurse him with my blood and muscle.
Every night, I sit reading by the window,
and he will swim like a silver snake to chase after my shadow.
I smile. I sigh. I faint.
He knows every detail of me.
I love him, and cherish all the moments to be with him.
One day, he told me:
”Please let me go.
I am Vltalva River’s husband, not yours.”
”Why do you leave me?”
I cried, ”Am I not worth of your love?”
”That’s not important....”
he answered, ”I have a commitment with her.”
”The commitment written on the paper, not on your soul?”I inquired.
”No....You won’t understand....I give my word to her....”
he sighed and did nothing to my endless tears.
”Goodbye.”he said,
”If you truly love me, you should realize.....
we won’t be together forever.
When I die, my wife will lie nearby my body, not secret you. ”
The moonlight swam quickly out of the window,
where we used to drink coffee and kiss each other once more and once more.....
Sometimes, I walk into the bridge across Vltava River,
to see if my moonlight is still beautiful or not.
There he is...
He dances happily above his wife’s beautiful body,
even the birds, attend their joyful party.
I stand watching on the bridge,
just like anybody else.
Shall I bring the moonlight home or not?
He is so beautiful,
but I am too young to learn the reality of love.
The table lights are vanished,
and people go home for a nice sleep.
The birds fly into the borderline,
only the wind flees into the street corners.
Nothing is left on the bridge,
except some dirty dishes and dust,
poems and teardrops.
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