a dream of la Claire

By Caroline Chiu

a verse can not state the terrors of being aged,

a song can not sing out the panic of growing.

rosy cheek will never appear on the faces of ordinary,

ivory neck will lower when kissed by you only.

it can not be accused by the irrevocable sin for we are named as immortality.

la claire, the waterfall of moon,is holding our sweet dreams.

and for you,my dear,will you be mine?