Zither and Light

Sunday, 19. March 2006, 12:21:55

The distance is not far,
yet the distance
could be as
far as the stars
The time has not
been too long,
yet the minutes
and hours
seem like forever

Perhaps if I could fly
I could view
a glimpse of you
even though your face
may only be
the outline
of a cloud
floating aimlessly
over the sea

Absence is said
to make the heart
grow fonder,
so with every sunset
I wave at your smile
as it fades to night
and with every sunrise
I wake to greet
your smile again
as light spreads
its differentiated colors
across my spirit
as a Rainbow
after the spring rain

No one is able to perceive
the delight in my eyes,
the brilliance in my spirit,
or the warmth of my heart
when I pause to think
about you while looking out
across the sea

But,
at the end of the day,
when the city sleeps
I wait until dusk
to hear the Jade Zither
once again
while Flora and Fauna
dance with mirth
bonding & merging
with the music
as passion stirs
up fond memories
of you

Another dusk,
another dawn,
another day
without you

Somewhere,
upon a special star
in the distant sky
you are sleeping
with angel dust
for a pillow
Do you dream of me ever at all?
Do you ever look across the sea
in hopes of seeing me?
Has your passion
shared the same flame as mine?

At dusk
while you pluck away
at the strings
on thy Zither (Guqing or Guzheng)
do you ever wonder
which star is mine?
Peering down upon you
from starlight and moonbeams
that dance around
your spirit in flight
I can only hope
that distance and time
never makes the music fade
or become so light
as to fade away
from my watchful sight

The Net

Comments

Your poem is really beautiful.
I know I've said this before, but let me say it again: You are really talented.
You take these words and make it your own.
Excellent.

Thanks for a great poem.
(your blog looks great)

Melissa

By honeybe, # 20. March 2006, 10:54:31

I saw a twinkling in that farthest star, the one hanging in Thursday's purple sky.

I sent my soul so long and far, and the star became your humourous eye!

The sounds I had played, I heard once again, from your memory echoing sweetly.

I turned and returned again, to the night to dream discreetly.

Fear not my distant friend. Nor believe in lost angels' dust.

For love will touch the farthest stars, though all else has turned to rust.

By chinajon, # 2. February 2008, 13:22:49