《我与我》

Daniel Lee

年少时候，

我追着墙上的影子跑过整条街，

月光倒影在小溪中，

我以为已留住那个发光的夜。

后来，溪边映出我的脸，

水一冲即消散，

我学会在黄昏独坐，

看山是否还是山的模样。

再后来，

我在雾里望见模糊的轮廓，

雾散后，我看到掌心纹路深了，

亦看到自己经历过的生活。

年轻时候，阳光落在眉梢，

我数着影子渗透出来的光斑，

有些话我始终没能说出口，

只能学森林中某颗大树，永远站立一旁。

后来，夕阳镀我的肩，

风代我叙述自己的一生，

群山逐渐暗淡了，

而我亮成最后那盏灯。

再后来，

繁星跳入溪里想与谁缠绵，

我才惊觉，原来缺憾，

才是与自己和解的圆。

年长之后，

潮水带走沙滩上脚步的踪迹，

除了我，只有海记得，

曾经递过的阵阵痕迹。

后来，月光泡在茶里，

独饮也成趣，

咳一声，我给自己续杯温水，

然后沉默不语。

再后来，

花瓣落在膝上，像回到似水流年，

落叶则沙沙响，

像从前追梦的那个少年。

年老之际，

朝阳烧着心事，火红火红的，

我握紧自己的手，

掌心的余温足够过完冬。

后来，暮色沉了，

黄昏把影子还给山，

我问来生，镜中人指着天上第一颗星，

笑容是何其灿烂。

再后来，

我将捆绑着自己的枷锁挣脱，

两岸灯火明灭，都是放过自己的方式，

月光再次落下时，我不再叹息，只听它说。

原来我与我的重逢，

从来不需圆满加身，

只在静静松开所有执念的时分，

我终于与自己面面相认。

I and I

During my youth,

I chased my shadow on the wall down the whole street,

The moon's reflection rippling in the brook,

I thought I had caught that luminous feat.

Later, my face appeared by the stream,

Washed away with a single tide,

I learned to sit alone at dusk,

Watching if mountains still abide.

And later still,

I saw a blur through the mist,

When it cleared, the lines in my palm had deepened,

And so had the life I couldn't resist.

When I became older, sunlight fell upon my brow,

I counted the light spots seeping through shade,

Some words I never managed to speak,

I could only stand like a tree that never swayed.

Later, sunset gilded my shoulder,

The wind narrated my life for me,

The mountains dimmed one by one,

While I brightened for all to see.

And later still,

Stars leaped into the brook, longing to twine,

Only then did I realize that imperfection,

Is only the circle where I align.

In my older years,

The tide erased the footprints on the sand,

No one but me & the sea remembers,

The echoes I once left on land.

Later, moonlight steeped in my tea,

Drinking alone became its own cheer,

With a cough, I refilled my cup with warm water,

And let the silence draw near.

And later still,

Petals fell upon my knees like years that stream,

Dry leaves rustled,

Like that boy who lived his dream.

During my aged days,

The dawn burned with crimson thought,

I held my own hands,

And the warmth was all I sought.

Later, twilight sank,

Dusk gave the shadows back to the hills,

I asked about the next life, the mirror pointed to the first star,

His smile seemed forever thrills.

And finally,

I broke free from the chains that bind,

Lights flicker on both banks where each find a way to let go,

When the moonlight falls, I only listen & no longer sighs.

It turns out that my reunion with myself,

Was never meant to be sealed by grace,

but in the quiet letting go of all I held,

I met my own face.