Shadowy Nocturne Poem by Trino Chan

It is midsummer,
and the nights are hot.
Black horse is strolling along the lake,
trying to delve into another world.

Black horse is rather sad tonight,
the white horse is not following behind,
no one chats with it,
no one plays with it,
only its shadow follows it.

It stops.
looking at the lake quietly.
The moon,
falling on water,
makes it white, inscrutable,
giving the shadow a burnish and a silver plating.

The black horse,
it can not spend its life chasing after shadow,
no matter it is an anguish or elation,
it must have a brave act,
telling the white horse what you feel.

(17th of August,2004)