When I arose before the sun

when I arose before the sun

and felt your arms around me

no clouds or rain

or thunderstorms at dawn could find me.

the road we ride our bikes on

side by side

through city's reclaimed railway paths

passing travelers, endless life unravelers

through Taiwan's maze of corrugated blight

eyes tearing from store signs

and burning stalks from harvested fields

onward to a place in time

that changes nowhere in my mind

life alive transfixed with love

and rides to adventures

to stars that swirl above

and shine on dreams in our hearts

other-worldly feelings

that cannot amend the way we move

always transcending

who we are and how we feel

to reach a place where gems

like your Pisces moon eyes

under eyebrow flares

frame your ebony hair

in the throne off constellations

ages from the sunspots

of our back pages

March 6, 2021

Alishan

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