STARRY LIGHTS
Written when caught by the reflections of the lights on the waters of the Chinese Swimming Club pool (with sea water) at night.
As I pensively gaze from the deck
A wondrous sight behold my eyes
Those lights
Those starry lights
I view only with awe;
Oh, how could you, glittering lights
Elude my sense before.
Created by Nature's touch
That lit upon the waves.
Flooding the watery spans
An array of sparkling dots,
Each a crystal....................
Dazzling to the eyes.
Pervading with all that brilliance
You keep on rollicking,
Frolicking..........................
With vengeance.
Music steals stealthily from a-by
To join in that splendour
Wavering, undulating
You waltz to the rhythm three;
Now bouncing like a young free girl
Such grandeur
Such glee.
Not knowing what else to do
I am numbed
Drunken from these fruits
Of Paradise.
Come,
Merrily you whisper,
Come to me
And yet once more, come!
My limbs quiver, my sinews tense
Impatiently I plunge,
Foam left in my wake as I wedge through,
I pierce the waters,
Hurriedly.................................
To you.
Gone...............all so sudden!
Must you go when I'm so near?
Must you leave and disappear?
My mind pulsates, my heart reels,
My blood is all afreezed,
My face is wet
With brine and tears dismay,
I implore you, I besiege you
Tell me where you are,
I pray.
Woefully, sullenly
I made my laden way back
Only to turn, and who do I spy, but you again.
Dancing with all that ease;
You seem to smile, a wistful smile
As you vacillate
In the breeze.
Gloat as you must, my folly
That I, a mere mortal, common mortal
Could think myself fit
To fall into your open arms;
For you are not of this world
Not from this unsettled place
Where man knows not sympathy
And leaves out grace.
Where instead of play, man must fight
Instead of love, man must spite
At one another.
Where each knows not his brother
Nay, not even the Father
Who reveals Himself now and then..........
In you.
For an instance you flicker
With all that mounting glory
But only an instance, a wisp in time
Then Nature calls you away
To leave me to my thoughts,
You must go
You cannot disobey.
Where you go I know not,
Methinks, never will I know.
But I can wait, and hope, and wait
Until comes the morrow
That brings you to entertain
My eyes, my heart, my soul
Once again.
Tonight I have learned
That all good things must end.
Still I cannot help but wonder
How you, the spirits
Need bow to a mortal hand.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
YOU ARE / MAY / I AM NOT
YOU ARE
You are the precious pearl in the ocean deep
You are the shining star from heavens peep
You are the fragrant flower in the desert air
What’s the use if I am not there to share.
MAY
Have you met a little girl
A little girl called May
She was a sweet little girl
I missed since yesterday
I’ve searched all through the hills
I’ve looked all over the bay
Tell me, oh stranger please
Have you met her on the way?
You cannot miss her, kind sir
With her smile so cute and gay
Her face that always glows
Brightens the darkest day.
Her two lovely eager eyes
Glitter like morning ray
I yearn to hear her voice so soft
Please come back my sweet May
Time will tell if you miss me
Please think of me each day
Say that you always need me
More and more I’ll pray
I AM NOT
I am not a Shelley nor a Byron, my dear
To pen verses sweet to you
Nor I ever be a Shakespeare
To write love sonnets so true.
I cannot paint your smile like Leonardo
Nor sculpt your shape like Michelangelo
Neither I a Kelly nor Astaire to dance
The waltz and quickstep of romance
Neither a Chopin or Liszt to play
Black and white keys of love tunes
Nor a Crosby or Sinatra of today
Sentimental songs to croon
You are the precious pearl in the ocean deep
You are the shining star from heavens peep
You are the fragrant flower in the desert air
What’s the use if I am not there to share.
MAY
Have you met a little girl
A little girl called May
She was a sweet little girl
I missed since yesterday
I’ve searched all through the hills
I’ve looked all over the bay
Tell me, oh stranger please
Have you met her on the way?
You cannot miss her, kind sir
With her smile so cute and gay
Her face that always glows
Brightens the darkest day.
Her two lovely eager eyes
Glitter like morning ray
I yearn to hear her voice so soft
Please come back my sweet May
Time will tell if you miss me
Please think of me each day
Say that you always need me
More and more I’ll pray
I AM NOT
I am not a Shelley nor a Byron, my dear
To pen verses sweet to you
Nor I ever be a Shakespeare
To write love sonnets so true.
I cannot paint your smile like Leonardo
Nor sculpt your shape like Michelangelo
Neither I a Kelly nor Astaire to dance
The waltz and quickstep of romance
Neither a Chopin or Liszt to play
Black and white keys of love tunes
Nor a Crosby or Sinatra of today
Sentimental songs to croon
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