Monday, December 3, 2012
Someday, someone say, nothing is ever truly gone...
but it is Not for me as I can remember to the rest of my life, unless I am sleeping lonely on the cold, old color fading sofa
The memory is forever with some enchantment of our love to an endless present, and never go backward the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow
In the middle of the night, I was thinking and longing of you, my beauty two women.
Goodnight Dad, Goodnight my girl, goodnight my lover.
But now my lover gone, just remaining goodnight daddy from my cute girl.
Half in dreams or half in reality my sorrow thru the darkness then I pray…..
Wake up in the morning, the delight of early reddish skies waiting
Welcoming me in a wakeful dream out of my loneliness, my deep sorrow
Kissing my hand, my face, my lips, my eyes,
for the rendezvous of the lover at the gate of Heaven.
That’s delight of happy lovers laughter, embrace and kiss, stare each others, saying “I love you”
That’s delight of final rendezvous, never have been forgotten how we hold hand on hand
We even forget when someone knocks at the gate, to meet their lovers as we do
We embrace till we bury ourself deep in the ground of happiness while everyone is sleeping
We hide in the seas of happiness where no one can see us and no longer let as separate
Is it what Gibran mean in “When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” ?
The answer is in the blowing winds…
It is time to pray, my dear.