If I could
If I Could /Mike Lim If I could, I would make my longing weightless— a single white cloud gliding beyond the mountain crest, touching no leaf, troubling no silence, not even the distant echo of your name. The mountains remain still. Morning gathers upon their shoulders, layer after quiet layer, washing the years in tender shades of jade. The words I never found linger somewhere within the mist, waiting only for the passing wind to carry them, like a whisper meant for no one, yet heard by all. My heart has always belonged to the road— gathering fallen blossoms wherever they surrendered, leaving yesterday at every bend. Not because memory has faded, but because I have learned that clouds are born to wander, mountains are faithful to the turning seasons, and every path is destined to disappear beyond another horizon. Yet still, so long as one clear sky remains within me, every farewell becomes another way home; every ridge I climb reminds me that longing is never the distance between ...
