Memory
	(For Wu-fei)

There are candles on the water,
Flames that flicker midst the flowers;
There are lanterns on the water,
All our pray'rs are washed to sea.

For the time rolls back for no one,
Yea, the tide's beyond our powers,
Yet the gift we give a loved one
Is to let them leave us free.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com