UNTITLED

Through ten thousand miles of haze, deep autumn waters lay,
A thousand mountains, flowers fall, their trace fades away.
Bathed in warm sunlight, amidst spring’s gentle breeze,
My heart awaits the winter snow, covering all with ease.

No illness shall bind me, no fetters hold me tight,
I seek the underworld, tracing shadows in the night.
My body youthful as wings of a fledgling bird,
But my spirit lacks luster, its brilliance blurred.

Do not speak of distractions, or minds that fray,
Echoes guide me, but lead me astray.
Those who’ve passed, there’s no lingering tie,
Should I grasp at their essence before I die?

In this realm of worldly desires, my journey nears its end,
Finding a sympathetic ear, my affection I extend.
May death be but a final flame,
To fulfill my ambitions, regardless of strain.