Sylvia Frances Chan

(22 November / Jakarta)

Our Wandering


my love's birthday is on the 10th Sep
my eldest son's birthday is on the 12th Sep

Our Wandering
I wandered in the deepest dark,
silence everywhere it was quiet no dog's bark
I wonder yesterday´s walk has become today´s run
wandering yesterday was so more fun

I wandered across the deepest night, my sweet
you don´t agree, but I can´t resist the beat
of long forlorn yesterdays and before
why do our beautiful minds love these everyday more?

I wandered many distances from night till dawn
the dark makes place my fresh institution starts to yawn
upon a moss bed I laid me down
together with my thoughts of long forlorn

restful peaceful laid, no one's scream
or is it just another dream
I make haste for new poems ahead
brilliant and beautiful as I said

I wandered in my deepest me
never found peace as such in Thee
I wonder yesterday's talk of long forlorn
can I continue or must I again be born?

Today is not here without Thee
My beloved, have faith in Him, sweetest kind of me
today you were born many years ago
we wandered many decent years in laughter and woe

created on my love's birthday
©Sylvia Frances Chan

Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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