Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I waited alone in the storm of yester night, and in the rain,
Sitting in the isle, melting every moment,
With all my resources, I kept for you.
I will still wait, in this boiling heat, of the sun
In this evaporating isle of my life,
With my doleful sentiments,
Until you come and rescue me
From drowning in this quandary.
I perceive the countenance of passion.
It is smudged!
I hear the voice of the thirst for love.
It is grueling!
I see the corpse of dreams,
I visualize the hue of grief;
It is all swarthy, and hideous!
Who is standing there in that gloomy loneliness?
Holding a lamp, flickering in the wind,
Cautiously covering the flame without extinction,
Staring beyond the eyeshot into the muddy blue?
Your longings have become wingless butterflies;
A soggy cloud wiping away the rainbow
That you weaved and created in your mind….