Many Years Afterwards
That your thought opens to reach for me through the window
has in some ways come about, but long after
your dream of the swiftest passing twilight ever.
The old year being sliced to inches, which includes
words and phrases overlooked by memory,
and aroma of mugginess so acquainted with us,
now are all swarming around the lips
as to be once again calmly reminisced.
Beams of sunshine recalled by the oddly warm winter are
fixing on silhouette of the bungalow row,
and gazing hard at our footprints that were sunken long ago.
Whimsical feelings were there to haunt what was on mind,
making us yet again to sit face to face
only confess to Muse about the night of first tears,
the wound in hand, as well
as the verse that died premature because of love.
Since no starry night sky was cast for us by the sunset,
where should our blinded hands stretch toward?
The just excuse we tirelessly quested, was
to believe the ill fortune, joined with comet and dust,
had all been buried in high clouds,
and the only gloominess murkier than starry night
was the will in your eyes,
even if those traumatic seasons once flowing over us
had altogether vanished into thin air.
There's more than one moment you've attested to
as how you at very end came to dream about me,
though it didn't go off until many years after
that longest night of all quietness.
- Re: Many Years Afterwardsposted on 07/10/2009
又到周末了,刚洗过牙,酸一酸无妨。 - Re: Many Years Afterwardsposted on 07/10/2009
Please paste HTML code and press Enter.
(c) 2010 Maya Chilam Foundation