A solitary stroll together –
With you, in this dusky autumn,
That brings death,
But how funny!
We’ve just born.
I feel your arms around,
And my unsure dilemma,
Dilutes with the rumbling waves.
Echoes the words time and again,
Is it you who called unto me?
Is it your azure wave that soothes my heart?
Or is it the azure sky that
Showers these dusks to us!
With thoughts in disarray,
As I walk closer with you,
The eternal love soon lashes out-
Like these waves
Kissing these sands.
With a heart a-tremble!
I draw you closer,
Little knowing how
Greatly you would
Staring into the depths
Of our mirror,
I dread not to tumble and fall
Yet I want
To rest in the depth
of this mirror.
Calm, allowing myself
To fall into it!
On the Bank of Chelsea, A Beautiful Eventide
“The glorious days are here,” echoed the bank.
“When victory is mine, or rather us,” said I.
“To all these years of struggle.”
The old love –
“An everlasting bond of blood and sweat.
Through all these years, the bond blooms.
How the beautiful love unfolds” said the bank.
“These years of struggle and hardship
Has made us overcome every battle.
Will it always be this tough, baby?”
“Perhaps dear” said the bank,
“But do not let yourself down.
These years of pain shall one day attain you a victory.”
Reflecting back on that eventide.
I now comprehend
What those words meant.