Leaving Gently

In remembrance of Dylan Thomas 

By Ken Fan 

No anger, no resentment,

Only the vision gets hazy. 

Take it easy into the twilight. 

The sun is retiring out west,

Just bloody crimson at horizon. 

The moon, behind clouds quietly, 

is about to show her brilliant light. 

All irrelevant. 

The arena, that's handed you petty cash, 

Could take it back in an instant. 

Those, who applauded you just now, 

Could next push you aside. 

I laugh

I spend days and nights trying to get high. 

Why rage? 

So drunken, so juvenile. 

I'm a man of Orient,

I worship only one Buddha,

Who laughs up there and shines.

All the glories, all the tragedies, 

Are aberrations and absurdities. 

Stay away,

Or above all of it.

Some day these may fall onto me, 

I would still laugh. 

I would only thank God, who remembers me finally, 

Then, 

Adieu,

I'll leave gently...