lakeside

down by the lake by the trees
where everybody goes to be alone
where you won’t see
the rising sun
down to the end we will run.

I can tell from your eyes
you’ve been by the lakeside
last night
to clear your head
or listen to your mind
in the air
as thin as the crescent moon.

you’re more than
just the piano dust
resting pitifully against the keys
and though it ticked feverishly
beneath your silk palms,
you dared not answer those red wires.

what happened wasn’t so bad
and though the past
is dead
yet somehow, we’re static,
the soul’s still not buried
but eventually
as the time goes by
and we near
the end
the shadows might
settle over
leaving only the memories
behind.

The nightfall wonders

Breeze. Warm light spring breeze. The fresh aroma of wet stones purified by the new spring leaves danced around. The breeze carried the little streams of water to small distances now and then, just to come back to where they belonged. The scent of newly opened wine lingered around the air, making the whole atmosphere a bit tipsy. This wasn’t an excuse for the mishaps about to happen. There wasn’t any physical presence, but the soulful entity of the universe embraced the blue night. The moonlight played hide and seek with the trees, ingeniously teasing the ones looking for it.  The breeze was back. The way it started flirting with the hair reminded of a kid in the playground lost in his own world of limitless imagination and happiness. The whole thing together was a perfect orchestra. A free concert you can’t afford to miss. Yet there were no physical beings in the sight. People, sometimes, do miss the best and settle for the mediocre for the sake of others. But was that it? The best?

I don’t know yet.

 

 

To be continued…