A star in an empty sky
Like a boat stranded in a misty night
For reasons unknown
In the ways of its own
It tells a story of antiquity
Alone, yet not lonely
Like a shooting star
It sparkles and disappears
From the world of crowds, leaving
Only a riddle
And a trail for them to blaze
A rock by the river stands
Stubbornly
A living thought under waves
Of attacks
It holds firmly
To its lean self
A lighthouse dreams of nothing
But a home in the depth of the sea
No salutes from the red Kapok
No greetings from Banyans
It pierces into the cloudy sky
To guide the sailors home
To mourn for the changing tides
As clean as crystal ice
As pious as a missionary
Some live to perish
Others die to be raised again
Like a morning star
Spreading faith in no voice
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