Past And Present.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

A poetess most dear to me
did not trust my honesty
said myriad times she did
but went on playing with the wind

like a tree where the leaves would fall
they´d never leave a dashing crash that tall
the leaves would oft lay on the ground
softly and tenderly, no sound

all my words created in my thoughts
I´d create beauty from nature and all there is
it´s a luxury being alone
Quo Vadis the poetship

the loving words ever sailed with us
spelled and spoken time and again,
dunno anymore when
but sure I had got that bliss

thinking, creating and writing
about all beauty in nature and all
if there´s no fight, one cannot lose nor win
creating a hero is surely a great sin

residing amongst the cool mountains
near the clear aqua fresh fountains
where on my spot, is the Only God
with His Blessings, I keep blessing thee

He loves us enormously
till we´ll be seeing Him
each of us in His Own Time
listen to me, it´ll be super sublime

for all of us constantly
never create your own enemy
we sail with the ship with the steadfast glee
in our package in this delivery

it would be never hatred but divinity and gratitude
God´s Greatest Bliss in my solitude....


Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan titled: "Amongst The Cool Mountains"

©Sylvia Frances Chan

A.D. Wednesday the 28th of November 2018-
@ 16.16 hrs. P.M. West-European Time