A dark fog
wrapped itself around Lhasa
as if it had been created
by a phantom shade
moving silently
it became a snake
relentless
encircling
our highest
mountain

sunset
signaled evening
the wild wind
cried
Woo… woo… woo…
life
was
twirling

nights became restless
tragedy was everywhere
my people were suffering
tears were falling
down… down… down…
into the center
of
my
heart

winds cried through the night…
Woo… woo… woo…
weeping… weeping… weeping…
my life, my love, my poetry…
smothered in tears
my soul bleeds
into the desert
of painful
reflection