Untitled (poem)

Untitled

By XP

12/13/05

I've been on the road for long
Thousands of miles heard my footsteps
Only the hometown willows can tell
How many Springs have since passed
Beneath Heaven Man endure so much
That I learn to forget sorrows
I calmly behold wind and rain striking flowers
Watch destined joys and pains with apathy
All are only brief dreams like morning dews

But listen, who is singing a song of love?
So beautiful, so gentle
It stirs the dreary lake of my mind
And drowns me in a sleepless night
I fell, to the past
Tender feelings awakened once more
With the company of a lonely dim lamp
I saw through the mist of time
And glimpsed the young devotion
That has shattered into heartaches long before