No names, no faces 
by Z.Li. Sydney 
 
 
 
 
Down they go out of the fingers, 
Trickling words a glowing song, 
No names, no faces, 
Naked souls all along. 
 
Even ilk and gender get confused, when the tulips long for the sky; 
Might it saturate the stars, the scent of flowers? 
No bloody worries, what ilk and gender: 
After all, this is love from Down-under. 
 
Self has no shape, like truth no shell. 
Body is the coffin when it is dead, no matter heaven or hell. 
Shall we take form in each other?  
Hang on; if we will fly ten thousand miles, only time can tell. 
 
At the door of cyber space all bodies wait, 
While cattle chew away, their bails of hay, 
Wondering how the dewdrops evaporate, 
With the sunshine they contain.