It was a dark and gloomy night.
You said, “Your feelings are all covered with dust and
spiderwebs.”
You said, “I am judging you.”
In somewhere else.
Some seeds have sprouted beneath a radiant silver star.
They are singing.
Because they know you very well.
I looked at you.
For your premature judgement.
For my expectation on your way of thinking.
Disappointed.
In somewhere else.
Some night flowers have bloomed beneath a radiant silver star.
They are singing.
Because they know me very well.
I remember.
The day when our eyes first met.
And the day when I was holding you closer than most.
Through your music.
I realized.
That in the beginning you already have a prejudice.
A confinement that framed your thoughts.
“Lunatic”.
There was nothing to be said.
I know where we were going.
Visible
from a distance as gentle, hazy things, that seem inviting.
Nowhere.
It was a dark and dreary night.
I whispered,
“Your thoughts are all covered with dust and spiderwebs.”
I whispered, “I am now judging you.”
This is why the delicate rose has thorns.
This is why the elegant moon has craters.
And all other divine creatures.
They may sometimes cry and moan in a dignifed silence.
Some say both reason and emotion must endeavor.
Meet the woman of reason and the man of emotion.
The narrow-hearted and the narrow-minded were carousing in this wonderland.
Scuffled in the dark.
Beneath the scent of lightning.
Break into applause.
--/05/14
