My night dreams
will come true
in the morning,
if you come with me
for early walking,
my sweet darling!

My day will shine
with your love
as like a rousing,
if you smile at me
like the blazing
sun, oh my darling!

My work will find
a perfect rhythm
in your feelings,
if I reach your hands
in the late evening;
I miss you, darling!

Do you love me
or find another star?
I can't forget you,
even couldn't stop my tear!

I have stopped talking
to the moon
I have stopped walking
by the ocean
because you aren't with me
You aren't next to me anymore!

I don't care about
the early morn
I don't look at
the rising sun
I just dream of you
I dream of you, my dear!

I find you in that morning sky,
in the bird songs and the fresh air
I find you in the flower
with sweet smell!
You're in the happiness of bees.

You're on wet leaves of dew
and in the early dawn
You're in the green branches of spring
You're at the beginning of ray.
O God, the rising sun follows
your command every day.

Oh my God,
Bless me like this beautiful nature!
I pray to you this heavenly morning-
Give me patience and make me pious;
Lord, forgive me with your mercy, please!

After the dust settled,
the mess tidied;
they ate peacefully.

The crinkle in your eyes
Was made to never die
I can see hope reflected in them
When side by side we lie

The greatest love
Could also be the greatest hate
No one but us can dictate
Both our fates

So side by side we lay
As night turned into day
And the silence faded away

Tea Talk (or Taking Tea)


Jam comes first
And then the cream
Said the scone from Cornwall
To one ‘n’ all
Taking tea

Milk jug blinked.
The teaspoon gasped,
Who would have linked
The layers of bliss that sweetly kiss
With their order between the halves of a scone
From Cornwall
Where one ‘n’ all
Know that the milk is churned
Until it’s solid
Then we say the cream is clotted.

The teapot looked at the scone from Devon
Who knows that cream and jam is heaven
But only if the cream comes first
And then the jam . . . . .
My thoughts exactly said the ham
From between its sandwich fingers
Where it lingers
Until it’s time for tea.

‘Are you sure?’ the teacup said
To ham within its breaden bed.
Saucer asked the cucumber salad,
‘Should jam come first?’
‘But does it matter?’ said cucumber salad.
‘It’s a ballad
So red and white,
A symphony of taste
Into which to bite.
It is so right
For those who are taking tea,’

‘Jam then cream, is what you do,’
Insisted Cornwall’s scone who
As we know likes cream to be clotted.
But tomato blushed and quickly said,
‘With cream from Devon I am besotted
Because we know it’s clotted. . . . .
Too.

Onion, hearing Cornwall and Devon
Knows that cream and jam are heaven . . . . .
But jam and cream are bliss
Sealed with a kiss that is heaven . . . . .too.
The dilemma of order fuels onion’s frustration
And onion’s tears lead to prostration
For those who are taking tea.

What is to be done
To solve the question of order
Jam first . . . . . or cream?
The issue borders
On the ridiculous
As the layers sweetly intermingle
Like the lovers’ kiss
As those who are taking tea
Bite . . . . .
Ouch! said onion
The scone from Cornwall
And the scone from Devon
‘Either way is heaven.

David Applin

Copyright …David Applin (2015)

The sweet fragrance of java
wafts gloriously
through my kitchen.
O wondrous Joe!
You are indeed,
a tasty hot elixir,
some sprinkled
with cream
and sugar,
sent to us
from
the gods
of the bean.