Life in Exile: A Tanka Sequence

as night falls
loneliness and nostalgia
come along
I see the Taipei moon
hang low in the Ajax sky

ghosts of the past
hammering on the door
of my heart
I lock myself
in the attic room

scooping the moon
from a river of memories
once more
I fill the wine cup
and look for her face

red morning light
after the ninth autumn...
my life so far
as I gaze
deeper into the mirror

the silence
that is in monotony
also there
in my empty heartbeats...
the sound of falling blossoms

Published in Red Lights, 8:2, 2012