The Sun is the Answer

The question as I can recall; since the day you posed it
The answer is only a simple one, my friend
Why must my body be covered with thorns you asked

Why not my dear ...
perhaps it is there so that not any Tom Dick or Harry can pluck or come near me
Or Jack of all trade; who would want these persons come by and disturb one's life uninvited
Or, to keep me from that plain Jane from simply sniffing on my elegant ripples of soft amber flush petals

But, it is not so that reason, dear friend
They are only my prickles my spines ... my precious adored accessoire
Just like your hands and your feet, accessories to your wonderfully structured body, dear friend

My spines prick and prick and prick
Bringing this material of organized substance, the realist me up towards the blue sky
towards my love, the Sun
They prick and prick and prick until I could reach the top of the roof of your home, dear friend
I must reach the sky so blue and so true, my friend
For my true love, the Sun, has been waiting since so long ago

Have you not a little sorrow to share with me , my friend
For without my prickles my spines life is pale and cold for me
For, I would not be able to reach out and hold the warmth of my love, the Sun
And, at night, I would be left lonely and in darkness
for, I could not reach out and be up there with my friends, the Moon and the Stars ...


Don't you know my friend, that the Sun the Moon and the Stars are siblings of the truest blood
They vowed to wait for me
to care for me
to be there standing on the alley when I reach the sky to be with my beloved Sun

My friend
My prickles my spine are my needs to bring me up there to be with my love
You must help me dear friend
Help me climb your roof so I could be with my love
so that this sadness;
this despair;
this loneliness;
this hope;
this glory of emotions; can be told to my love

Will you give me your words;
lend me your strength;
show me your smile;
and lift me to the sky, my friend

For as beautiful I am to the eyes of the audience
I live a life of alone-ness
Though, so strong and fierce I may look
I am a fragile and tender at heart
For so sweet my fragrance from afar to you
I keep the best of me within my soul and being , waiting
waiting for the day when this exquisite parfum will engulf my love and me in the most tremendous moment of our life ...

Can you now understand me, my friend
Can you now keep this secret I share with you
Can you now forever be my truest friend
Can you smile for me all through the days and weeks and months
And not to shed a tear when I reach the day of union with my love

You promise me these, my friend ...
I will be your true friend for life.

Avec My Love ...

Lonely standing still yonder in the moor
High up there alone in the middle of the moor
Looking up in the grey sky
The sun is hiding today high up in the middle of the moor
why... even the creak in the middle of the moor runs lazily
today
Pondering , maybe
Daydreaming, should be
Longing, must be
Still standing there within the blanket bog mires
... within the cotton grasses and the thorn scrubs
Only these
No one else
Not even a ram or an ewe in sight
Can you smell the air
So crisp clears the mind
the soul
fresh air in my face
Am I
wishing and wishful
but
at peace
Ahh...the Cloud is heavily set today; the Sun is out of sight
grey is the colour ...
lovely it is
this moor
though its grey
because in the mist yonder; I can see the silhouette of my love
He is here.

Spring Garden

There is my spring garden
so green it lays under the blue sky
basking in the bright afternoon
so bright the sun that it blinded my eyes
still, i could see you .. my spring garden
so green, so red, so purple 
yes... so appealing to the eyes and the senses

Stay there my spring garden
do not wither away
even when autumn peek its nose upon you in September

Spring garden spring garden
you brought colours in my life
you brought sweet smells to my home
you brought with you the dreams i dare not dream in winter

Spring garden spring garden
drive away my sadness when he never comes
drive away the wrinkles of sadness when he never calls
drive away the eyes of sadness when he never write anymore
drive away the grey hairs of waiting.....

Spring garden spring garden
lift me from all these weary of delays
perhaps tomorrow
tomorrow
he will come .

How I Love Thee

Love thee,
     like the wisteria in love with the bees
     like the rose alone in the green field
     like the pink asters in the morning sun in spring
     like arum  wavering in the windy afternoon
     like begonia lonely in the moonlit night
     like carnation near that creak ... waiting in silence
    

Love thee; i have become
     the balsam
     the gardenia
     the geranium
     the heliotrope
     the hibiscus

Love thee i do
love thee is Globe Amaranth

love thee i have no king's spear; no laburnum; no manchineel

love thee i wouldn't want it a mimosa

love thee is laurel, is magnolia, is Orange Blossoms...



i am now the Peach Blossoms
forever at the mercy of thou gerbera.

    

Labyrinth

Clashes of the spouses at the height of a crisis can be a daunting experience to some.  There will be many aspects of one's life that will become major concerns to both spouses but , one of them may look at their many issues in marriage from different viewpoint altogether collided against each other's views that could rise to negating effect ultimately.  How can it be not possible for any one of them to easily misunderstood the feelings, inner feelings, inner emotional flows of the other against another, the misconstrued perspective upon the conducts of the other when all in all it will come back to the pertinent issue of the attitude and the degree of intellectual plus emotional quality and quantity of the couple.  Whats with all these uncertainties of behaviour and conducts, instability of emotional well being and whats with all these emotional guarantee and warranty?  Whats its all about?  Why is the human relationship become so difficult a subject to fathom and to digest?  Why is it so unreachable to get to that harmony of relationship?

I have been doing readings of the body and words and conduct of  persons in my life for all my life, folks.  Still, I learn.  Learning and learning.  Going round and round the fields, the lakes, the roads, the hills, the rivers, the forest....... forever and ever.  When one reached the city border, one decided to get excited for one was thinking one has reached the civilisation.  Alas! one was dragged back to the darkness of learning, yet again.  Even, when one has declared one's truthful inner desires and soulful searches of one's dreams, one is still being dragged to the bottom of the pond. 

It is because, whats in one's heart is not one is in possession of.  All due to one's divine devotion to one's worldly holdings obtained through divine oath.  Not that that divine oath one cannot elude from, its just that one is still entrapped by that divine oath that one is not being capable of disengaging oneself at least not in the near foresight.  Its like torn between two worlds.  One is torn between the holdings and the desire to be free like birds in the sky.  Life is simple.  But the construction of it is complex.  What is left but time.

Though, one is in near death to be within the vicinity of one's Taj Mahal ....