The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

It was in the season
when morning glories were in full bloom
that we came across each other

Like two lines once crossing each other
you've gone your way
and I mine

While the leaves are changing colors and fading
my heart is getting colder and colder

I haven't thought about you for a long while
to say nothing of dreaming of you

Since it's impossible for us to get together again
why not let our story drift away
with the summer breeze

[angliholic]

Ahead of me, only birds' chirping
behind me, autumn's gently breathing
scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages of some unread stories

My mind is more cloudy than the evening clouds
in the western sky
my feet as weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish to be the bird in the tree nearby
perching comfortably in its cozy nest

Perhaps
I'll sit in a pavilion on the hillside
waiting for the cicadas to play their finale
for the maple trees to turn yellow
for all the leaves to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring to grace this land again

[angliholic]

If your beauty is a rainbow after the rain
let me bear the pain in the rain

If you're a butterfly in flight
let me be the caterpillar
a thorn in the eye

If you're lovely morning sunlight
l'm willing to be the lonely night

[angliholic]

When autumn is also drunk
with the sweet golden wine of the setting sun
and falling down within its own colors of flame maple trees
a smirking wind nearby
witnessing all this
starts laughing and swirling a wood of falling leaves
into a shower of flying colorful confettis

[angliholic]

Yesterday it was still breezy
now it's snarling and growling like crazy

And the day before yesterday
it rained like cats and dogs all the way
if memory serves me right
nothing seemed all right and bright

How can I expect a sunny tomorrow
now that I'm fed up with so much sorrow

[angliholic]

Who was the naughty urchin
that splashed green paints everywhere in spring
and set off a kaleidoscope of fireworks all over the meadows

Now
who is this melancholy girl
that's starting to cry the sky blue
and sprinkle gold dust all over the lands
dousing the flaming passion of summer

See
all the woods are weeping
and yellowing

[angliholic]

I'm a narcissus that doesn't bloom
never obsessed with my own reflection in a pond
for I'm not so fragrant as perfume

On the contrary people have bad breath
after eating me as food spice

But they still love me
for I'm good for their body
Who am I

[angliholic]

After weaving myself a cocoon
I did own a small cozy room of my own
yet I felt so lonely and alone

As soon as I cut it open
and climb out as a butterfly
in the distant sky
the sun is rising above the horizon

[angliholic]

I went to see my little kids in the garden this morning
and refreshed them with clean water

They were growing much taller and greener
and this was extremely uplifting

When I came back home later
I couldn't remember where I left my worry

Maybe it was still lying in the field beside a small river
where the sun shone brightly

[angliholic]

Is it the summer passion
or autumn breeze
that transforms my world into a lotus paradise
dripping with pure white peaceful purple
and soothing blue delight

Not long ago
I still remember there was nothing
but mud with troubled water
right in the center of the pond

[angliholic]

When trees begin to put on red and purple
I'll write down my longing for you
on a maple leaf
drop it in the air and wish
a gentle breeze might send it
into your dream

[angliholic]

It's not the howling wind outside
or the freezing drizzle
accompanied by the strongest ever cold front
that sends chills down my spine
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
and your silence

[angliholic]

The night isn't young any longer
and the weather's getting colder and colder

Having turned off the light and hit the straw for a long while
yet I just toss about in my bed
like a seed in the mud
looking forward to the snow's thawing
and wondering whether it'll be able to sprout again
when another spring comes along

[qimissung]

It's not the howling wind outside
or the freezing drizzle
accompanied by the strongest ever cold front
that sends chills down my spine
but your wintry eyes
your indifferent heart
and your silence

I like this one best, angliholic. Nothing hurts worse than indifference.

[angliholic]

I like this one best, angliholic. Nothing hurts worse than indifference.

Thanks, qimissung, for reading and the kind words.

Happy New Year to you