The Lost Garden (1)(2)
星期二 十月 30, 2007 9:41 pm
(1)
She sits facing me.
Under soft rosy makeup,
her pale sunken face glows,
deep subtle eyes shade in pink.
I expect her to smile or laugh,
as free as dandelions.
Shaking her head, she frowns,
"One single wind blows life away."
I watch her,
a lark away from her golden cage-
wing toward freedom.
Yet a door with an exit,
mirrors her vain shadow.
"We shall be the same."
I retreat with her fading voice.
(2)
There are many like her,
sitting beside the dance floor.
I glance along,
whirling with a partner.
Under the dim light,
those flowers--once fresh,
silently wait for searching eyes.
I wonder if I should stay,
my wedding ring shines.