Autumn Bleeds On Neon Bay Poem by William He

Autumn Bleeds on Neon Bay
By William He

The neon towers steep into night,
While a thousand windows crystal-gleam,
And electromagnetic motes take flight.
At Snake's Mouth, a hanging tide-light swells,
Sparks and flames climb skyscraping tiers.
Purple fires scorch the void,
Blue-green tides temper the bay's glass skin,
Fine ripples wash away the lingering heat.
Wind tears across the clock-face，
The second hand slants, stabbing plane-tree leaves.

Who calls the cold-winged solitary bird?
Over sandbars it skims a shadow's trace，
The whole bay turns a page, shifting place.
On mountain paths, clouds cast their hunting nets,
Wringing shards from the wasteland's full-moon face.
Fishing songs dissolve into the water's ear,
Village dreams shed their paper hulls,
Waters surge, urging us toward farewell.
Eastward, a faint whiteness rises,
A wisp of smoke, fading, glowing.