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Monday, December 18, 2006

Canon 5

To the traveller, very deep in the forest the palace is,
protected by the magic so-called Black Forest,
they are all locked and sealed you’ve no way rest,
thus you may appreciate before you are exhausted.


To the wanderer, where have you been all the year?
Are you looking for the previous plum-dotted deer?
Or you are looking forward wander with your dear?
As the South-East wind blowing throughout the year.


To the intruder, you shall not break the silence of the palace,
or you would be sacrificed with a little graze,
perhaps you would understand please don’t try this place,
always I pray no one intrude my place anyway.


See, the tiny bird that flies in the sky,
for the traveller no more cry,
for the wanderer no more why,
for the intruder no more try,
all of you may free from sorrow, you’d see sunshine.


My spirit seems to be shared,
but only for the one who compared.
I wonder I can find it any where?
Perhaps the one is on the way.


Now, with new hope could you win?
Now, with faith could you conquer sin?
Now, with mercy you could find,
the truely peace of my mind.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Canon 4

Far deep in the silent night I’m still awake,
Deep in the silent sea who has been made?
Speak in faith for truth with your untwisted way,
Speak what you should speak don’t try with the fake.


Too far the journey perhaps need a little lime,
Is it real that you are a sunshine ray?
Burn off your burden on shoulder in time,
and then return it back without delay.


My Lord, so far I have travelled I can’t find,
Is it an illusion or real exist?
Pick the grapes without rush by your skilled hand,
But don’t pick my heart away by last minute.


Spring is no longer far from my peaceful mind,
As it gains the white from the winter night,
You shall not go round and round again,
You shall not sing for holy night again,

As you destroyed my peace again and again.

I walked to the maze that I used to once again,
And I realized the sunlight pouring love to the man,
who is not really deserved what I reserved,
Thus there is no one could and would confirm.


By your deeds, good or ill?
It is all depends on your will,
Perhaps, it is sealed by your own fate,
Just the matter of early or late.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Canon 3

The winter has arrived as you alive,
Will I still have you before the eve?
I don’t care how long I have to wait,
but truely it would be, I appreciate.


Take a little wine and seek why,
I will be warm even I’m alone,
My Lord, I wander what is going on?
or this is what will be a spy?


Take a look at the candle hook,
almost, it is about to end,
My Lord, I wander it is kindly burned,
or this is how it should be?


Take a rest and listen to the rest,
which is true, which is false, I’m confused,
travel to the east and travel to the west,
I really need a nest to rest,
My Lord, could I just have your mercy slash?


Enough, for men to pretend in a play,
it is just a mask made from clay,
nothing much for you to pray,
just hope you wouldn’t betray.


Take a look at your madala,
I wander what can I cure the pellagra,
My, Lord, shall I break through the pendulum,
and get so far what I hope for freedom?

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Canon 2

Although it is raining non-stop all the day,
when I call your name I see rainbow on the bay,
although the flame wouldn’t be eternal anymore,
but I appreciate your warm given by your hands.


I don’t dare to close my eyes as requested,
because I’m scare I’ll lose you as expected,
I don’t dare to hold your hands again,
because I don’t want to lose what I've gained.


I keep on watching when you are sleeping,
and the flame was still lovely burning,
I wander why the flame was so heart-warming,
it seemed to be eternal yet it ended in evening.


I’m tired sleeping in the hall because of the rain,
why you came and helped release the pain?
As you are not belong to anyone here,
I understand we won’t feel the same,
but deeply I wish everything will not be changed.


Stars and moon I summon,
you and me are not the one,
but you are belong to someone,
am I just dream of the one.


Sometimes the flame will burn me to death,
or it can keep me warm while you've left?
I don't care keeping it from perishing in my memory
while the bearer has gone very far away.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Canon 1

The sunlight outside is rather gentle as you,
it encouraged me to have a walk with you,
and what I thought is a truth priceless value,
but what I got and hoped of my life isn’t true.

Somehow I would still take a nap in the garden,
waiting for you to come and take off my burden,
but would you come at a starry night with a lantern?
as I’m stone-dead and hopping of your concern.

I know the fact that you would never come apart,
because I understand you have another way depart,
I will never blame how harsh and hard is the path,
but I will always pray hard you are peace in my heart.

Sometimes too warm the pink petal may fall,
as the leaves falling in the autumn’s fall.
Sometimes just like the sky will rain and tear,
but don’t worry I will be fine and no fear,
as long as you are here in somewhere.

As I wonder and walked into a silent garden grape,
surprisingly they are all fresh inside and look so great,
but I would feel so grey that both of us can’t share,
thus I will preserve them for you to come in another day.

Willingly I went off with picked grapes for you in my hand,
silent, peaceful and yet loneliness filled the greeny land,
I’m not regret that why I have fallen into this miserable land,
but I pray that you’re in peace and cheer if you’ve travelled to other land.