Maybe a Story

Long and longer as the permanent sky
throws it in silk-like clouds' white.
Far and further as the vanishing path
touches to her moonlight eyes.
In vain
mountain lies
To his cave that nothing alive
Cause tears have flooded its bottom
like wine submerging that jade.

Two pieces of jade
One in the hands of a man of reincarnation
Another in the tail of the love
--his snake demon.