Saturday, April 11, 2009
If dreams were meaningful and real,
We could have owned the superb heaven!
If our desires could grow wings of their own,
The whole world will be ours to own.
We were butterflies hovering in the horizon,
When we met together and understood each other.
The earth and heaven went into a delirium
Of rapture, realizing the bond it brought about.
We are laps of ripples, singing in rhythm
All the octaves of notes, and music.
When I called you in my stupor from yonder,
And when you answered me meekly,
The heaven and earth went in a spree
Spinning in ecstasy, overjoyed;
The whole nature sang in glee;
The spring dawned around us and danced;
The flowers uttered cries of joy;
And we forgot ourselves as though we
Never existed, except as one entity.