Orange Isle Poem by William He

Slow Song of Magnolia Flowers
Orange Isle
By William He

Water lapping with low sounds in the shoal.
There eventide's all a glimmer,
Mesmerizing magic in the air.
Lasers stretch with the gloaming rich gems,
Into a recondite tour of astral reveries,
Mountain whispering of past dreams.
A reddish high gloss.
At the edge of a purple twilight,
A myriad of comets with tails surround Achelous then.
River mingling in laughing and dispiriting,
The gentle breath rests a disheartened tale.

Toward the bulrush slope.
Tungtings bewilder in the reed notes.
Drifting indistinct in the shadow,
Yesterday's dust is spiralling now.
Tangerine on a altar,
Feeding ultimate sunset with curiosity's fires,
Hearing these secrets hidden.
Waves rushing to rocks.
Taking from the maple leaves,
And deciphering some hieroglyphic scribbles as well.
Dripping from wounded angel's wings,
Tweedle paints an emotion which flows.

木兰花慢
橘子洲头
作者：何威廉

悄维舟沙浦。
水中镜、
照澄虚。
激光出浮雕，
神游七海，
岳麓睽孤。
星弧。
暮牵行色，
竟闲吟步入五云衢。
昨日半江红紫，
几番排遣嗟嘘。

黄芦。
缀叶青鱼。
才搭伴、
又踟蹰。
万类然、
晚渡风留别袂，
密语苍梧。
跳珠。
散声枫叶，
奈山河也是化生符。
伊昔山边流去，
携琴轻拨瓯臾。