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[stephanie]

In memory of our brothers

Where are you, where are you, where are you going, I am waiting
I am waiting for you.
Where are we, where are we, where are we going, are you waiting
are you waiting for me.
Are you there, are you there
are you there dancing in the sky, sky, sky,
sky. Are you dancing on the
rainbow in the sky.

Sky, sky,
sky. I ask the sky, where are you ?
The sky stares at the clouds.
Clouds, clouds,
clouds. I ask the clouds, where are you ?
The clouds pass me by.
The tree we planted on Long Island has grown old.
It's shadow has fallen onto my shadow.
The tree and I love to dance with you.
Let's dance to somewhere:
Farther than the eyes can see,
Higher th an the sky can reach,
Larger than the heart can describe.
Johnny ! We found you in the sky
when you flew over our head on P.A. 747 in the mid summer of 1970's
Our blood was hot,
Our heart flew with you.
You brought home science, dance of freedom, and the hands to soothe your mother's wrinkles from missing a long absent son.
You said you will come back to see us on a rainbow built on the debris from years of battle in Cambodia.
But, you never did,
not even sending a leaf.
The tree is asking,
where could you be ?
They said you must have been killed - a common fate to Western educated intellectuals trying to re-build a ruined home.
The tree and I laugh !
How could it be ?
How could a soul vanish ?
My poems dances with you in the sky.

Sky, sky,
sky, I ask the sky, where are you ?
The sky leaves me with the wind.
Wind, wind,
wind, I ask the wind, where are you ?
The wind dances with a whistle.

The footprints we left on the mountains have become a path.
It stretches higher an higher leading to the sky.
The path and I love to dance with you.
Let's dance to somewhere:
Farther than the eyes can see,
Higher than the sky can reach,
Larger than the heart can describe.
Willy ! We found you in the mud -
Barefoot, shaved head, yellow robe,
standing alone, deep inside the moutanins.
We found no word,
Our heads dropped dead.
You turn around, serene in the lotus pond.
Willy,
Oh, Reverned White !
Where is our student leader at Berkely anti-war ?
Where is our union organizer agitates the rank and file ?
Rev. White, what would you tell the labor of AFL-CIO and ILGWU ?
You rose from the mud,
bow to the mountains and all sentient beings.
The war in your heart has long been dead.
Is it another life, another time, another world ?
You vanished like a cloud in the moutains.
We must look for you in the sky.
Where are you ?
My poems dances with you in the sky.

Sky, sky,
sky, I ask the sky, where are you ?
The sky cares for the night.
Night, night,
night. I ask the night, where are you ?
The night is in love with the stars.
The stars we counted have become a lamp.
It shines particularly bright during the night.
The lamp and I love to dance with you.
Let's dance to somewhere:
Farther than the eyes can see,
Higher than the sky can reach,
Larger than the heart can describe.
Dan ! We read your poems in the Village Voice -
You posted your life on the Deomcratic Wall !
The Poem was burnt in the fire facing the tanks. It's translation has flown over the ocean.
It takes no underground tunnel,
No asylum,
No exile.
It is open in the air
widely read.
But, where are you ?
Many of your brothers and sisters are now in Chicago, In New York, In Paris, In Hong Kong, in wherever the stars glows.
We see Chai Ling, Wuer Kaixi.
But, where are you ?
They said you must be sharing the pain with more brothers and sisters in the old dark prison in Beijing.
I look at the stars,
And write under the lamp.
No matter where you are,
My poems dances with you in the sky.

Sky, sky,
sky, I ask the sky, where are you ?
The sky hums with the ocean.
Ocean, Ocean,
ocean, I ask the ocean, where are you ?
The ocean accompanies the seagulls.
The ocean, the seagulls, and the universe have formed an orchestra.
Their melody takes me to another world.
The orchestra and me love to dance with you.
Let's dance to somewhere:
Farther than the eyes can see,
Higher than the sky can reach,
Larger than the heart can describe.
Professor Lim ! We found you in the "Book of the World's Famous People" in the Great British Museum.
But, you said your spot light was off 30 yers ago when you took your violin played in front of the Queen in Holland to go to China to serve the people as a teacher.
But, how could you do that, when you spoke six Eurpoean languages but not a single Chinese word ?
You said, it is O.K. music language is universal.
You said, it is also O.K. to step down from the glamour of the stage.
But, is it O.K. to be accused of petty bourgeoisie romanticism during Cultural Revolution and asked to be re-educated through labor ?
Is it also O.K. to play the broom in the kitchens and the bathrooms
and to teach Tchaikovsky and Mozart to the cows and pigs ?
You tried to escape
to heaven.
Many succeeded by suicide.
But you escaped to Hong Kong with twelve dollars in your hands.
Now, Hong Kong is under the shadow of communist take over in 1997.
Where are you going to go ?
You have been famous in France, in Germany, in Russia, in Italy, and in England.
But now who 's going to take you when a young genius has grown into an exhausted old man ?
I went to the record store to look for you.
The man said, "Oh ! The old generation."
I said, "Berstein's generation."
The man laughed.
The ocean, the seagulls, and the orchestra are waiting for you.
Where are you ?
My poems dances with you in the sky.

Sky, sky,
sky, so many dances, dances,
dances on the rainbow in the sky. I see the
dances of my brother's brother's brother,
dances of my father's father's father,
dances of my childern's children's children,
following the melody of their souls
fading in and fading out like a rainbow.
Today, where can we look for you ?
By the ocean,
Inside the mountains,
Within a poem,
Over the debris,
Under the bloodshed,
In another life, another time, another world,
or wherever the heart goes.
Come, let's dance together
with the coming and going of rainbow
under so many colors and emptiness, emptiness and so many colors,
But let's dance
on a rainbow
never vanish from our souls.


March 14, 23, 31, 1990 Stony Brook, New York

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