I have come to the secret place
Of amber and jadeite
on the footsteps of in-breaths and out,
this mirror-world of mind framed in mind.
A scarlet dragonfly dances
on the green- shaded surface –
and dancing I fall, breaking through
the glassed threshold.
Strange and peach-coloured
I drift through this ghost-tinted world
of shades of myself, echoes.
I have forgotten which sky is real
and when the suns of both worlds
have bleached to blackness,
I will be lost between worlds dreaming of you.