Mr. Circle and Me

Thousands years of solitude,
Hundreds years of bequeathing,
Cryptic white and glistening green,
Mr. Circle and me.

Starting from the epic Forbidden City,
Across the stormy pacific sea,
We landed on an opal country,
On lands of peaceful gum trees,
Dazzling sunshine tanned my body,
But glittered on his polished skin.
“Where are we?”
Asked Mr. Circle and me.

Quietly in my palm,
His red hair stroke my thumb,
He is cool as morning dew,
He is smooth as a baby’s skin,
I felt the wetness from the green,
And left my fingerprint.

The sun said “Good night,”
And the night said “Hi”,
The silver plate in the sky shined its silvery light.
Closest to my heart,
There he lies,
His tenderness flowed through his hollow eye.
A circle of jade,
Suddenly,
Became a moon in the sky!
Moonlight was poured on our face,
On Mr. Circle’s and mine.

Around my neck,
He firmly protects,
As a soldier,
Like a guard,
I run,
He thumps,
I sprint,
He stumps
I say no!
He shakes head,
I point head
and he says yes!

Together,
We are never afraid.
The unbreakable red string has bonded our faith,
And it is my ancestors’ spirits protecting me,
Oh,
Mr. Circle
And me.