【Huilan's poem】in the Sky

By Huilan



I am flying as high as eagles in my dream.
The water looks like the soft skin of my hands’ back, smooth and still.
It makes me feel empty, and replenished. Sometimes,
I can feel the smile of the man in my mind touching my body steadily.
After years of waiting, each pore of my skin awakens from time,
as well as my memories.

I am flying so high to reach stars; to cross past and future.
Somewhere in the world, a man is waiting for me, for a Chinese girl,
who comes from ancient dynasty of China when it was free to fly;
a girl is misdated to city Zigong, Chengdu and Beijing,
where people see her as an alien.
She was born when Chairman Mao was still the emperor.
Fortunately, her family has survived from all political movements
as the richest of the country in later Qing Dynasty for years.
Her childhood’s always hungry dizzily, but she always felt grateful
to the government, by only took over all of the properties
but not her thoughts.

of the old days, I already knew she is me: small, soft, but strong.
I can still remember myself as free as birds drifting among hills,
just like right now, above the clouds, above minds of people.
At the moment, I’m a drop water of Pacific Ocean, crossing time and space,
skin colors, opinions, and languages
to you.

I am flying.
I want to know if a drop of water can melt anything,
including a man?