By Angel. XJ/ 17/01/2019
Were you the one?
who discovers,
an icy,
heart shaped pond?
At a dusky evening,
were you the one?
who finds
a solo path within the forest,
leading to a La La Land?
At a dusky evening,
silvery and shiny.

Slowly move your steps,
slippery but smooth,
reach to an icy,
heart shaped pond,

Were you the one?
who is wanting me?
Search me please,
if you lift up your steps,
will you see my smiles,
that were hidden,
remote but not far.
Silvery and shiny,
at dusky evening.

When wind passing his waves to us,
Sometimes gentle,
sometimes empowered

Shall we embrace you?
swing over the wind
spill over from distance,
whist landing at our hearts,

Sometimes gentle,
sometimes empowered
Swings over the wind.

Morning’s sunlight
touches
Night lamp’s switch
a bed time lullaby
twinkles
a new rising day.

Have you heard
nightingales’ secret voice?  
When sleepy bites sun waves
Dark eyes dances with
golden fire,
Is it time to enjoy the spring?
or, end of the beginning.

Is it that light?
fantastic auroral – which I
believed in one fleeting moment
-within a second or
half an hour.
You were my signal
of other things which
my heart desired.
You were the author
of great aspirations.
You guided my melancholy love,
as you dashed along the paths.
The heaths were strewn
with colourful blossoms
of life – they were
the greatest thing I had known
- as I didn’t touch
a single one because of you.
You are the most supreme
of all there is –
everything else is great
because of you.

Would Space and time,
contain infinite unknown attractions?
within and across,
lifted or drown,
Human’s limitations,
with curious extension,
debated by Schrödinger's cat,
Universe indeed is an absurd balloon,
we are all part of dusty nature,
Interpretation of quantum mechanics,
Neither dark nor shine,
Random exist and soon dismiss.

Isn’t it a scheduled gala supper tonight?’
Gabriel asks Madeleine.
Within the lonesome latter years,
Madeline is ready to announce his sweet flesh.
Not just for lent.
But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
for their last treat,the proper feast.
Here she is tearing foliage, scrambling the salad, maybe lighting candles,
stepping back to admire the effect of
the table she’s made the silverware,
the nicely al dente vegetables, the tender goose.
Gabriel bring the bottle and glasses,
plus betrayal with a kiss.
Twinkling candles portait of a pair,
sit in a theatre, to see
a play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Twisted feelings,
after tonight, we will departure again,
Will it be the last super, with you

~The End ~