Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

COMPASS

I’ll follow you, my north,

my inscrutable rose bearing

your residual fame,

your casual flame,

your eventual blame.

I’ll follow you, until

you keep me in a box,

dark, your eyes fading

deaf, your ears failing

dead, your heart feigning

defeat. I’ll stop,

for you journey no more.

(Image: Brass Compass)