Life was lonely. I used to stand in my balcony, watching the stars
shinning far away. I was a seed, full of life, buried in the earth,
waiting for the rain of spring.
There came a cool winter night. By the glass wall above the misty sea,
we were touching edges of the dream. Red wine painted a fragrant smile.
Isn’t it a magic beginning of spring?
Life began again the moment you took my hand. Under the neon light, your
kissed set me free. Out from the earth rose a sweet sweet rose. I felt
again the warmth of spring.
Each day I see you pass by me. Your broad shoulders are all my dream.
You are always here, shinning. My darling monster. If your thoughts are
with me, I could see the color of spring.
How could I ever neglect you before? You are the star I have been
searching for. Who says sacrifice is moth to the flame? Could you
understand I am dying for the spirit of spring?
Your breath caressed my ears; your sweat tiptoed my hands. Through the
windowpane, blue sky in my eyes. The night was so pretty and so young.
If I could ever stay here forever, I would ignore the hope of spring.
Wind flower. It has captured every young dreamer. I know I should keep
away, but your charm carried me away. I hold you so closely and lost in
the beauty of spring.
# posted by 翁帆 @ 2004-08-13 22:42
2004-8-13 星期五(Friday) 晴
I Have to Go
I have to go, my darling. Spring arrives. Life in nature blooms but
breath of love dies. I take a deep inhale, depressed at the freshness. I
have to go.
Darling, too many walls have been built between us. Your heart is up
where I cannot find. I look into your eyes and see nothing inside. Your
smile is no longer here to shine. When clouds abruptly darken the sky,
when turns suddenly occupy the road, I have to go.
Darling, my shelter shatters. Sunshine glitters on the sea. Light stings
my eyes. Uttering a cry, the sea gull flaps its wings. My island sways
in the wind.
The waves run onto the rocks – crash, boom, bang. When hope turns into
foam, I have to go.
Darling, night no longer lights fire. Access to your voice has expired.
I glare at my phone, catching no trace of your name. As stars twinkle,
magic slides from my hands. It falls to the ground like china -- crash,
boom, bang.
When the pieces could no longer make a whole, I have to go.
Darling, the city stands in the dark, dazzlingly splendid. I find no
glory but a riot of chaos. Sobriety twists in reality; solidity switches
to fragility.
I live like a butterfly, struggling out of the cocoon. When sorrow
bursts out from the hollow, I have to go.
I have to go, my darling. I once looked over your shoulders and saw a
beautiful world. But now, when life is without you, when promise is no
longer promise, I have to go.
