I danced with a shadow, drifting in the wind,
Our forms in ev’ry city window cast.
We held each other as the night slipped past,
Circled and spun in a chanted keen.

I stared into you, where sorrow yields,
Those hollow eyes where moonlight softly dives.
Your touch slipped through my fingers–five to five–
Like wind brushing through a silent mill.

Why can’t I see your face, your countenance?
Do you take root within my dripping misery,
From mem’ries flooding beneath the city,
Or are you but a flash of Renaissance?

Should I still hold you ‘fore the morning rise,
And make each second, one that never dies?

Zihan Zang studies Computational Biology and English at Columbia College, Columbia University. She finds creative writing a way to express her emotions and inner world, often turning to both Chinese and English poetry to explore the delicate connections between language, emotions, and memories.