21 October 2010
Sit beside me on this old bench
Made of coco lumber
Facing the dehydrated sand of nearby La Nina
Citrus cloud is seeding
Can you smell the salty breeze of the shore?
While the bashful horizon is on its majestic throne
What a wonderful scenery we're witnessing!
Hold my perspiring hand
While I lean on your shoulder
Let me gently whisper the words you long all day
Allow me to creep behind your ears
And mend your exhausted knees
With the dreams we'll share someday
Forgo the wildness of haste
Or else,
Miss every peculiar moment
And tendency to draft another dark history
Reserve the other smiles for the years to come
Carry us home
And search the sincere wisdom of souls.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Kept Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems written by Helen Cheng in English for the past fifteen years about emotions, politics, passion, etcetera.