In A Quite Distance Poem by Antonio Liao

stand aloof
waving hands call
to see the rope,
done without stand, thou some
come to offer a helping
hand

I come to shout,
even whisper the wind that
someday there will be somebody
to lend me a simple gift of
smile of what
I have done, in quite distance moment
of time

oh! come
the silent of the echo
find the thundering seer of my youth
and touch my sacred heart
of the spirit of awakening into the glory
of lasting presence
with the one whom my Life I owe
the wisdom of
the past

solemnly quest
my mother wombs
desire, forever my heart await
dear Mama.