DEATH Poem: From Here Our Captain Sets Sailing Today, by Lu Liu

From here our captain sets sailing today.
Poems in hand there stands the silent crowd.
A misty glass of moonlight toasts his way.

On the horizon beams the sun’s last ray,
A glimmering edge gilds the vine and bough.
From here our captain sets sailing today.

In the evening breeze the willow twigs sway,
The road ahead smooth as a perfect vow.
A misty glass of moonlight toasts his way.

So who, tomorrow, will to us relay
Their writing tips, or tell us they are proud?
From here our captain sets sailing today.

As he departs from our hearts young and gay
Back into the arms of the long white cloud,
A misty glass of moonlight toasts his way.

And there, outside his office door, we stay
Reading, one last time, poems clear and loud.
From here our captain sets sailing today.
A misty glass of moonlight toasts his way.