On this mild night with mild wind
stepping on the thin air of the last breath
of December's rememberance, with
bitter sweet wine closing our hesitate thoughts
we ponder towards the glimpse
of first light in the new page in our memory.
Waiting with uncertainties yet with hopes,
with certain comfort in the moistness of the air,
the mind is in an unclear state of doubt.
With the silence awakes the lonely soul
of the ground, which may solace the troubles of heart,
that would rekindle its goodness under the solos of pianos.
As choruses echo back from the ends of the streets,
the scents of candles bring warmth to sleeves,
as the candles' light quiets the storm of the minds.
As the flames come to the end, the year closes;
our bodies soften into the sofa
with sweet remembrance of yesterday's dreams.
//thanks Lord! My friend was over my house on New Year Eve to sit by my side when I wrote this. He has saved me from
~Flower lasts so an hour, yet spring will brings her back to life again.
~Just when I thought it is too far away, opportunity knocks the door
[This message has been edited by aries_luv_ppl (01-02-2002 07:57 PM).]