(When Wind Bends)

So ironic how a platonic
relationship can flip
from innocence of centered Zen
to inner sins of citizens.
This is a story of two very good friends:
Kim wore the scent of youth and Lee bore the coat of gents.
Together, however, they weathered up a gust of dust.
Endeavor they never; the wind’s breath of trust.
But when their eyes touched, it was much like blades of swords.
Something more cut through their core
and etched a thirst of no remorse.

Kim’s father lived farther east in the Palace of Peace.
He was the Emperor’s brother; her mother was a king’s niece.
Every morning, Kim would come and bring her uncle tea from green leaves.
But upon, one early dawn, he set her on a bending tree.
He said, “Sometimes the wind can bend the strongest, longest, fondest tree.
But always remember, its bender is a pretender of the free.
It chases after the leaves and teases the tree’s roots.
The wind thinks it’s superior; the tree’s inferior to move.
How truly it’s the tree that’s free for it’s grounded for eternity.
But the wind will live and die like a distant memory.”

Lee’s father was a pauper and a clown to the town.
His mother lived with her mother and always carried a frown.
But his parents taught him well; to believe in himself.
They believed he could achieve if he put his pride on the shelf.
One day, Lee was talking, while walking with friends to school.
And between his scattered chatter, he saw something truly blue.
It was caught in a knot on a tree in the wind.
He gently took it off and saw letters engraved in.
He put it in his pocket and they rocketed to school.
He knew that the master would faster know what to do.
So after class they asked the master if this scarf he knew.
“Of course, his voice was hoarse, it is of the Emperor Wu.
The initials K. W. probably all of you know too.
It is his precious treasure, his niece Kimberly Wu.

Lee mailed it to the palace with a letter of his thoughts.
He wrote about his dreams, his friends and master lessons taught.
So many seasons passed, he’d cast his last of asking sprees
to hear from her he feared incurred miracles of glee.

But sure enough one day, he heard from Kim indeed
and jumped so high he split his pants from bottom to his knee.
From that day on, they were pen pals, from miles and miles of smiles
they shared and cared and bared their days, their ways and their trials.
Lee’s father was now respected for bringing up so smart a son.
And his mother lost her frown, she was finally having fun.
Kim’s uncle’s honor grew for every one knew,
He was for the people and better times were due.

Now many years had passed and they yearned for the day to come
to stand face to face and meet; now that they weren’t as young.
So Kim begged and begged and begged and even hugged her father’s leg
and finally, yes, finally, her request for a dance was said.
Both Lee and Kim prepared for this incredible ballroom affair.
Lee taught his father how to walk and his mother to talk fair.
Kim touched her uncle’s heart to tears, sharing caring letters from Lee.
They wanted their families to see beyond lineage, money or royalty.

So the dance was a blast and alas Lee saw Kim and gasped.
His heart screamed heavenly and he unclasped his mother’s grasp.
Kim walked into the ballroom and didn’t have to ask.
Lee’s eyes spoke to her heart and her innocence was past.
Never turning, their flesh burning, and maybe, just perhaps,
unmasked the task of a sunrise that was forever made to last.
A son and a daughter became one with dance.
Their movements so melodic it stirred all into a trance.
They found in the melodies their hearts and in return, friendship was lost.
For the gift of newfound love sometimes loss is the cost.

Lee’s mother spoke eloquently
as Kim’s father held her gently
and they danced and fancied
such a lovely evening.
Kim’s mother walked proudly
with Lee’s father, so majestically.
Onlookers drank wine and spent most of their dine
praising the Emperor for a time so divine.
And at night’s end, it was to begin
a breeze of a wind by Lee and his “precious” Kim.
They were together, everyone knew and everyone grinned
for it was a great time for all to be living in.

It became harder and harder for Kim to see farther
than an hour of Lee so she told her father.
He said, “Why bother? You’re my daughter
and deserve more than a pauper.”
Then it hit her like a twister of wind to her chin
as the roots of his feelings were pulled out of him.
“The dance was the past, a fun time at that,
but dare do not ask your father to bask.” Kim gasped.

So to her parent’s dismay, Kim ran away.
On that day, the whole town wore gray.
Some say, Lee found a town just south of a bay
far from the searches of the Emperor’s way.
Their first night as one, it seemed Lee and Kim won
because no one, had done, what these two had done.
But the roots that were initially grounded from Lee and Kim
were uprooted by the way they took off free as the wind.
The emperor tore the surrounding towns apart.
Lee’s mom and dad were thrown in dungeon dark.
The Emperor searched as his horses kicked dirt.
The swords of his men, many did hurt.
Kim’s mother and father fought harder than anyone could,
they searched all the forests and deep in the woods.

And to this very day, their families aren’t sound,
but there is a saying that goes around town,
“When wind bends, plant your feet in the ground,
so when it does stop, you’ll always be found.”



Chatsworth, United States

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When a young boy finds a royal scarf, it leads him to the love of his life and the loss of his family.

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