A Poem

I've often been entertained and enlightened by poems posted by my friend ThomasLB. To say "thank you", I'm offering a short poem by Li Shangyin, a Chinese poet of the late Tang dynasty.

Sometimes, parting is more open ended than we would like it to be.

"You ask me when I will return.
The time is not yet known.
Night rain overspills the autumn pools
on Ba Shan Mountain.
When shall we trim a candle at the western window
And speak of this night's mountain rain?"