My days full of joy.
Delusions waver away
like the fading colors of the rainbow.
Strife is turned into peace
as nightingales and their chicks
sing in concert within the stage of the night.
6/25/2024
O Maya, 'Tis important to return from your invisible journey for I, right now, like a corpse dangling on the ground, wish to die in spring, beneath the cherry blossoms, while the springtime Moon is full.
If you, O mistress of my heart has passed away
And after you, eager to serve, go I
I now waver between life and death
I wish to put my neck to an unsheathed sword whose cut is but a breath of wind
Why wish death for your soul?
Are not your lashes rows of arrows set to conquer any obstacle? When you wished to turn your brows into smoke, into nothingness, Did I not beg you to refrain?
Can't you see that your absence has made me like a rotten log half-buried in the ground? And my life which has not flowered, hungs on the melody of death and has sunk beneath the shadow of death? In the face of faded love, where's thy strength?
A child you granted favor
You’ve given a new labor
To often your sight savor,
Talk about you with savor:
“Equal to men of valor!”
In your presence no pallor:
You have fridge in your parlor
And your TV best color…
Yet, it depends on favor.
Some could add or trim labor.
If it was a big favor
In the streets your First Waver
To “it’s enough.” their “Never!”
Then, should we hold back favors?
Won’t we child’s malice harbor?
amber marigold
lawn shears stumble
For a little while
Written: January 14, 2022
N-ever let the love turn
I-nto heart's hate or anger;
N-or let the soul and mind
A-llow the faith to waver.
Topic: Birthday of Nina Onapan (April 7)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
When your skin is wrinkled and spots appeared
And your long shinny hair turned gray and dull;
You think beauty faded then there crawled fear
And doubts that my feeling for you is null.
When your eyes were no longer bright and clear
And your once sharp ears can't hear my whisper;
Let me touch you so you'll know I'm just near
And let the language we have decipher.
When your heart forgot memories of me
And age is already taking it's time
With this in writing I'll let people see
I'll sure remember that your love is mine.
Change is constant and is in your favor
No matter what my love will not waver.
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