Saturday, April 4, 2009
There is a strange lover!
We don’t know any thing about him.
But his sweet beloved is, life.
Blessing her with redolent dreams, and
Also giving bitter tears, of musty fusty miseries.
Will embrace her with vibrant passion,
Then cast her away with hatred.
Will sometime make a hanging garden for her
In the sky, festooned with scented flowers;
And build a palace of wax for her to live in.
Bring up loving children in that palace,
And in the end, will arson it with despair.
That’s how the dreams end up!
Will show her unseen visions of Elysium and rapture;
Take her away in a golden chariot, to show her around.
Will sing melodies to lull her heart into sleep,
And disgorge her in the desolate wilderness somewhere.
That’s how relationship exists in life.