Bamboo Mountain

On Bamboo Mountain
The walls of our house
Were made of wind
And the moon
was our lantern.
We slept
In a soft bed
Made of shadows -
But that
Was a long time ago -
Before
Your restless wishes
Became a river
And you sailed away
in a boat
made of dreams.
I stayed behind
Thinking
You would return -
But rivers
Only flow
In one direction.
And now
For the first time
Snow has fallen
On Bamboo Mountain.