ASCENSION

---- in love memory of my uncle the 2^nd

If you are here

behind a closed mirror of transparence

or in the shadow of wind

please touch me

though I cannot see

I know you are with your old pals now

 happy chatting

day after day, night after night

I often wonder

if I could see your new haircut again

short and firm

on your back, in cold air of winter

and I want to show you

a bunch of jumping words

You are so real

but in an extending dimension

 I live on the leftover of your life

and make it stronger

So you must watch me

while time is walking

draft in summer 2015

finished in summer 2016

PS: 把此诗献给我敬爱的二舅，他是一个右派，一个高尚的好人，一个博学却被埋没一辈子的人才。如果网上有灵异显现，请将这份思念传送给他。