I know not your name
But you remind me of violets
On the green meadows where the forest
Preserves a refuge for leopards to bask.
If ever our paths were to meet,
I would take you there to see
The seamless silver clouds below
The silhouettes of deer upon the cliffs.
And if apart we are drawn, as I expect,
I shall walk through the pines alone.
And when the violets sway in play,
I will remember you and smile.