Today,
I am getting married to someone else,
I woke up with another man,
I am pregnant with the baby of someone else,
I am a mother of two daughter,
I am old now,
But
My eyes is still searching for you,
My heart is still crying,
My lips have turn pale,
My face looks like crush paper,
My body has become weak,
My soul is waiting for you to make me feel young ,
And
Now its my end,
Now for the last time,i want to see your glimpse,
Now i close my eyes forever,with your picture in my heart.

And for the last time
                 "I still love you"

I'm sitting outside my tent in a meadow verdant green
Just sitting, listening, dreaming
Surrounded by stately trees Sillouted
against an azure blue sky
Tall hedgerows filled with blossom
White, like drifts of new fallen snow
That's why I'm just sitting, listening,  dreaming
The storm we had an hour ago long passed by
Now I sit and watch white wispy clouds floating there on high
Why am I sitting,  listening, dreaming
Do you really need to ask?
If I truly believed in God then I've found heaven here on earth
I've no TV or radio but music fills the air
Leaves rustling in the gentle breeze and bird song near and far
And so I'm just sitting,  listening, dreaming

ask your blood
your limbs, your breathing feet
what Poetry is -
a phylogenetic anomaly
in light’s discontinuity

or just…
the strange yearning of hematopoiesis

ask the silence in your lungs
the bursting DNA, reinterpreted
how it allures memory inside your bones
how it treads conventions of sleep
with the weight of a sigh

if you ask me
what Poetry is
I’d say: breath calligraphy
a winged dream of depth
on enchanted retina
the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony

ask your hands
what Poetry is
perhaps they’ll take a moment
to bloom

Light above me which shines so
bright, the things you have seen
on your journey through the
cosmos of darkness and light.

You have traveled not wanting an
orbit, a lone traveler seeing the
sights. Your journey has been long,
but now it is time to rest, as you
shine brightly through the sky
and show others your here with
your tail behind you.

As you travel from the space ways
to your place of rest, nestled in the
earth a crater your bed, now sleep
space traveler you have now come
to rest...

She stands there in the dappled light thrown by the suns last dying rays
A doe in her full glory there at end of day
Oh how I do love so much the setting of the sun
A time to sit and wonder as the day is done
See there the stripes of silver on that grey and shaggy head
Tis so rare and beautiful to see the badger leave his bed
On silent wings the owl flies past, ghostly in the gloom
How beautiful to sit out here instead of in some stuffy room
See there a fox, her cubs are by her side
She stalks small creatures of the night with the arrogance of her kind
The light is fading fast with the coming of the night
But you can listen to natures symphony sung by creatures of the night
This is a time I love when most others are taking night times rest
This is how I see nature at her best

When you take your first steps on that far distant shore
You might be hesitant,  nervous and wont travel very far
But people there will welcome you with warmth and open arms
So look at poetry as your way to open wide the door
And let this become one more step on another distant shore
No one here will mock you or cover you in scorn
If you hesitate to wander round new streets in early morn
Language is no barrier to want you want to do
Because poetry is our language so we will understand you
And so as the number of stamps in your passport grow you might become the one
To hold wide the door for the new and nervous poet first on a distant shore