I set this date as the timeline
to have a plan in place:
a plan in unplannable tomorrows
a fickle evidence of our love
although it sounds ridiculous
so does the safe feeling
in a lover’s arms
Tag: love
Distant Future
I have a habit of admiring the cool moonlight
and making plans to visit you.
I am used to measuring my footsteps
to gauge how much I miss you.
The long distant travel doesn’t bother me
as long as I know I get to linger around your scent.
I keep enduring the absence of your love
watching the moon pulls the tide.
我不是今日才要慕晚月凉，
明天艳阳去寻娇娘，
日子不空只随脚步踱思念，
远行不累，
香气怡人漂他乡，
牵挂着，
断渐爱恋缠又续。
Impossible Love
I don’t know
why I always love the impossible
Possibly
I am incapable of loving the possible
Maybe
I interpret love
to be an impossible notion
An imperfect soul
chases the impossible perfection
My Reasoning
You didn’t live in my yesterdays.
You love me today.
I don’t see you in my tomorrows.
Isn’t love enough?
It isn’t enough when it doesn’t last.
How do you know it won’t last.
I saw your eyes.
They wandered.
A Woman Can Dream
I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky
I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry
Fading Love
It starts all over again.
The candle light is drowning
in a pool of waxy I love yous.
Silence is the inevitable ending.
Romeo and Juliet
This is a poetry and painting collaboration with emerging Sydney Painter Virginia Bucknell
Love
demands absolute devotion
The stage
decorated with charisma and wit
Wild possession
seized by concealed undercurrent
Passion
let it downpour in crimson
Death
gravitates towards eternity
Oil painting ‘Love Story’ by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram
South Pole
Our naive determination
to become citizens of Antarctica
to imitate the penguins
and the hourglass dolphins
live in a world of desert
without camels
We are like albatrosses
a perfect icon
for the virtues of marriage
on perspex display
Our hearts live in the same
uninhabitable curve
filled with summer daylight
and cold
drenched in winter darkness
and colder
I wonder
where do we go from here
except going around in circles
of South Pole
Lover’s Concerto
I keep
a patch of springy grass
for you
in delight
next to me
a bed of luscious green
free of brown needle pines
in the shape of a romantic heart
the ocean caresses us
in soft piano key strokes
how about
we pull down the cloud
from the turquoise sky
to shield us from
the sweep of autumn wind
into our sweet concerto of love
Pastel
She reminded him of pastel colours
sea green eyes
fresh peachy cheeks
rose petal lips
raspberry kisses
lavender scent
When she was happy
his world was a field of lilacs
When she was annoyed
her kisses tasted lemon
When she was sad
smoke filled their home
Everything about her
was softer
veiled by her gentleness
When she walked out
his trenchant emotions
unleashed
He repainted their story
with a blaze of fire
Flicker of Thoughts 