You are likened to the full moon
In rainy and moonless night in the city
The yellow lamp-posts and car lights
Make me still crave for your glow and mystery.
My life is proper, isn’t not?
I live justly and could see truth clearly
But truly, I am incomplete, my dear
Your stillness thieved my soul completely.
On happy days, I want to share with you
But on melancholy, I seek for your strength
You’re the bitterness of warm caramel
And my hidden waterfall of tears’ depth.
I walk by everyday hoping that
It’s a day nearer of seeing you again
Your shadowy figure I see everyday, but
I want to hold you as solid as this pen.
How much yearnings can a woman’s heart
Endure yet kept hidden only in prayer?
Only God knows this—does He listen?
Unknown hope makes my day a little merrier.
The most difficult thing in the world
Is your nightmare is longer than dream
Reality is harder because you aren’t there
In slumber, it is warmer—the sunbeam.
I must be a fool searching for full moon
In summer rain and thick, gray city
Yes, I’m seeking you in an absurd world
But I cling to it—our fates are still mystery.
—21:42, May 18, 2011
The traffic was so bad this rainy evening that I could literally write well on the bus. I haven’t written a full poem in three months. I tried but it’s really hard to finish for I am always lost for words in poetry. I know I still lack the technique in this form of writing but I wish I could give poetry time.
Needless to say, I am madly in love with the rain. Thunders and lightnings included.