Message Miniscule Metaphored.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Darling, your question
how it is with I
do you really want to know
must I sing again
this nocturnal impromptu
Chopin all in pain for you
how must I know
this life to grow
how shall I start
must I be still that smart

Well, I shall be honest, frank and true
haven't slept, only thoughts of you
haven't eaten, only "beaten" (fig)
by my loved ones, my beloved thing
really went through a cling

nor had lived or have drunk, am really to sink
into deepest seas, oceans and my own brink
haven't swum in any aqua,
nor in drops or driplets, or omega
or in any of this liquid

et comment allez-vous? (in french: How are you?)
during these days or two?

never seen your face
or any pace or trace
at my place

so please do not suffocate
as you once told me all resonate
this is prime, culminating, finest
foremost first rate highest, most dearest

am again a zombie
not in vain
all in pain
like that poem....
from long time ago
with My Paintress'Eye and Metaphor
who has lost who has won..
only you to die for
you tell me, darling
and please sing
for me that nocturnal song
yours and my grateful song

Message delivered
am now liquored
with the Aqua
and the Omega....


A Déjá-Vu (in french: ever happened in the past)
© Sylvia Frances Chan