Empty
Here, the empty tables Once
It were my brothers sat there.
They sing, laughed and dance
With utmost care,with cheer
At their hearts; their faces in jeer
With folly, filled the empty once were.
Here alone, I lay and slowly I blink.
How sweet the days once were,
With my brothers would be there,
And the tables,wish be filled.
Their bowl of cups once were filled
,with ounces of wine they drink.
They sing and boast their quest
And deeds yet were killed;
Slain, now laid down unto rest.
Here alone, I sing their song.
Neath this tree once were blossomed.
In spring, I drank up, my cup in sorrow
Neath this withered tree,
with no flowers abloom,
amidst Its bough. Again,
Here alone in mourn and see
the empty tables once twere.
In yearn I wish to see
the tables be filled again
By them, if for a day or tomorrow.
By Lei Yu
(Thanks Pau)
