How many times do I.............
love you dear......?
How many times do I care?
How many times must I tell you, love
How many times must I declare?
only have a moment
of bliss
have many times seen the end of this tunnel
and still I haven't  finished to pass this by

how many times I have to say
how many times should I have to whisper
how many times I should still digest
how many times must I still consume
how many times I have to come back from the dead

how many times must I die again
through graveyards around

just to sweep away the conjecture
away to comply
to your demands
is this a reprimand....?


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN

A beautiful Angel with broken wings
sits on the bough of an Old Majestic Oak Tree,
Eyes downcast, Tears falling
on an old plaid blanket spread underneath.

Just a broken Angel
Lamenting a Fractured Dream!!!

I long to hear the sounds
Of nature uninterrupted
Heard pure and clean and clear
By mankind not corrupted

I long to hear the waterfall
Flowing down the mountains face
To hear the rushing water crash
By no unatural sound disgraced

To hear the gentle winds
Blowing through the mighty pines
Untouched by unatural sounds
Be they yours or mine

To hear the falling of the rain
Colliding with the thirsty ground
The thunder as it roars
No hint of man made sound

To hear the silence of the night
That is ruled by star and moon
The sound of the great abyss
Peace it's only tune

To hear the choir of the feathered singers
Singing their beautiful hymns
Free of outside sounds
From their stage high upon a limb

I long to hear only the sounds
Of the nature that God created
But everywhere I go it seems
They have by the sounds of men been permeated

O Wouldent it be a joy to hear
Natures voice pure and true
With no sound made by man
To tarnish the sound or view