Our Longer Friendship Poem by Natasa To

A tree has curled, under the sky;
I walk alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my hand I beckon the bright sky,
for he, with my shadow, will make my day.
The moon, alas, is welcome us;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my men.
With the moon as friend and the shadow as my day
I must make love before the spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon;
in the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were dance, three men shared the fun;
now we are walking, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
and meet at last on the Cloudy Mountain of the sky