The Moment
星期三 一月 17, 2007 10:34 pm
This early spring is alive with desire.
Willows dangle fresh twigs that softly sing
beside the stream where reeds flaunt bright green fire
and hugging the shore, a swan preens its wing.
As I wander alone, thinking of you,
Polar trees whisper and flocks of birds soar.
My footsteps descend in cascades of blue,
I wonder where we'd join wings of our core.
Yet this moment's hush, I cannot forget
Love and being loved to embrace each scene.
When time goes by, I will never regret
I’ve witnessed each moment with its own sheen.
Petals will wither and wings will be worn,
I'd rather treasure this moment than mourn.