"A kiss is a silence that says everything there is to say." Guy Maupassant.
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The Silent Kiss
In the dead stillness of the early morn
When day`s orb is still below the horizon
When the fading full moon faintly lights the sky
And the southerly breeze is smooth and shy
Pearly drops of dews in silence kiss the blooms
As the first soft and silent kiss of a bridegroom.
It is a quiet kiss with glows of grace
On velvet petals as on a silken face
To mark the coming of a bright new day
Make way to bear heat of the sun rays
As flowers dance with the subtle breeze
And dawn`s golden light spills through the tallest trees.
The sweetness of each kiss hangs as tiny stars
Sparkling with shines of light from a realm afar
The lotus, lily and lavender bloom anew
Beaming with the silent kiss of the morning dew
A symphony of sweet scent spreads apace
Nature`s mellifluous perfume in the space.
Dews on petals
Slowly fall
As bees swarm by.
Tears, like crystal droplets,
fell to the ground.
Carrying the voices,
the cries of the past.
Showing in its clear body,
the pain and suffering,
the feeling of familiarity to,
the fraction of memories stored within.
It fell, it fell,
to the ground it fell.
Together with my sorrow it fell,
like morning dews after the rain.
Ambassador harvest
Dew grown tween the seasons
Lavish floral gardens
Honey suckle pitch hues
8/21/19
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
spring showers the
light of the full moon
endless flowers blossoming
from your generous love
this dews of tears and
the silence in your eyes
endless birth as i
wait cloud whispers
to the wind light
is not far away
Four Haiku, 1--4
1. may it be spring
spring is not yet to come
snow still sits in field
2. the dews standing on
the petals in the sunrise
are clear as crystal
3. a cicada chirps
hiding from the burning sun
under a tree shade
4. wind blows in the field
where pampas grasses stand tall
under blue moonlight
riverbank of tears
collected in the traversing
memories of yore
trace tribal incisions
on my face: signpost
of mother’s dawn hassles
to keep me alive
alive, now you have
gone to embrace your siblings
departed in twilight
of their morning dews
you left without a word,
a word to keep me collected
in remembrance, but
death, you are not brave
do not think you are brave?
you could not dare
make the call
when strong bones
were are at alert
death, you are not a friend
you are an adversary
no one will welcome you
with kola nuts
death, the unwelcome guest,
you crashed in to take when
no one invited you
make up your face in shame
your eyelids reveal
you as a failed project.