May 06, 2003

AND THEN I CRY

And then I cry for love I want to have
And then I cry for love I finally found
And then I cry for love I have
And then I cry for love I can’t keep
And then I cry...

2003


HE WHO HIS SPOKEN WAS NOTHING BUT LOVE

On evening,
I walked around the town
Where all memories were found
Dancing leaves, breezing wind
Warmed me, made a grin

I saw him, so suddenly, sorrounded by noise
Talked in low voice
but smiled as a child pose
So I stopped by and came close

He was string up words in the air
A jest, a joke, hanged in there
But I took ‘em and write off
Cause I heard nothing but love

That was a wondrous show
As if world dragged slow
There was nothing but a beauty
As night wind turn into morning dewdrop
As flower petals unfold
As dusk sky glow in gold

My eyes couldn’t take off
of him— He, who his spoken was nothing but love

2003

WHO

Who caught me by love, Dear
Chained me, suddenly and queer
Is it a fate? — but I fear
I couldn’t undo what We’re

Altough, who can escape
From love-throb in heart
Ceaseless from where it start

Who grasped me on fondness, tell!
Your smile that win, shall
I cage it into my dwell—
Stay forever, my Lover!

I had enough tears to shed
To mourned, to grieved so long
were the days I belong

Who sang me a lullaby,
So my sorrow gone by?

2003

Cry for Me, Rain!

Cry for me, rain!
For my unspoken pain
Pour the ground, hide me from the sounds
of my untouchable saint

Your sad song i hear
With a big orchestra
From the rhythm of thunderstorm;
deafening my ear

I feel your cold air
Freeze my wounded heart;
Blood drop was stop
But shiver stay still

Flood me, let me floated down the river
Drift me, carry me to the sea
So if your grief was over
I can see a rainbow
Standing in the edge of the ocean

2003

LETS DANCE

I see u trough the glasses of dream
Sitting there on a cold bench, shaking u seem

O, my beloved angel, come and come
To me,
to an unreal moment i paint
to an imagenary time i restraint

Lets dance, lets dance
With me,
with my empty night
with my desperate sight

Come, hurry come!
My soul would be taken away
to the dark of the darkness

I sold my breath to death
For the song of romance
For the tap of your dance...

2003