Fleeting Courage

By Ella Kang

Like a glimpse of breeze in autumn’s breath,

Tapping mine shoulder—

Thine scent fading away

Seems like it’s dashing into thee

Yet dodging through mine soul

Never so swift

Nor ever so loose

Yeoman not once notice the golden harvest

Nay—though he held the sickle

Fisherman not once heard the collapsing wave

Nay—he hurled the net

I not once unrested fo’ thine heart 

Nay—hither o’ thither mine soul belongs to thee

Peeking in mine illusions

Thine dim voice waves back at mine

“Thou art beautiful.”

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

“Thou art beautiful.”

Nay.

Nay.

Nay.

Glacier plunges itself from heaven’s hold,

To live but a moment.

Not ever doth it hesitate—

Neither doth it halt.

Meager raindrop clash into the mist

To plummet through an endless fog—

Not ever more than a piece of a puddle,

Soon shatters into splash.

I, so too, shall fain drown into thine eyes

To hear but a voice of warmth

Not ever spare from thine love—

Wherefore more than thee.

“Prithee you, for mine blind heart darts to thee—

Without a grape, it wines”

Thine gaping eyes parades in glee.

A selfish triumph of fleeting courage.

Aye.

By Ella Kang