Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot
As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing
I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone
Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?
My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning
Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend
I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when
After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot
© Sylvia Frances Chan
27th April 2013
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot
As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing
I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone
Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?
My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning
Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend
I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when
After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot
© Sylvia Frances Chan
27th April 2013
Poetry not my Death
but my Living
not my End but my Beginning
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