China Seas

Willow patterns chase around a bowl Through pictographs of bluest tide, Paper tigers and some bitter rice When you became some others’ bride. Sampan glides across a lily pond, Ornamental and pristine, Crimson dragons and a sky-ward kite Their tails of envy brightest green. Pagoda structures set against the sun, A concubine salves in my head, Scents of winter and an ending day, The far horizon glowing red. I search the coastline but you never come, Just haunting trace of memories, So I recline within my paper dreams And sail away on China seas. Ok, ok, it's rubbish. This is what happens when you drink Kronenbourg 1664 on a dismal Sunday evening and then try and write something. So let that be a warning to you all. Still, oddly enough I quite like it. My god, have I really drunk that much? Must have - I've posted it as well.