the fragility of winter, that echoes the promises of spring

the fragility of winter, that echoes the promises of spring
In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, our date with destiny never came to be

Sunday, August 26, 2007

just go straight

Like a gentle breeze that sweeps past the blooming evergreens,
as the morning sun embraces the break of a new beginning,
announcing the end of the cold harsh winter,
and the welcoming whispers of a summer's renaissance.

As the frozen river bed melts away at the winter's end,
sinking into the deeper depths,
shying away from the warm summer rays,
as the morning sun breaks through that vivid horizon,
the solitudinal line from a distance,
that separates the days from the nights,
the living from the death,
and the new from the old.

A single croak echoes in the cloudless skies,
coloured by a splash of orange and red,
with a clouded blanket of morning mist,
disguising the escapade of its nightly guests,
the shiny crescent moon and its colony of stars.

As i find myself with a new source of strength to lift myself off my feet and take a step, and another, and another towards the arousing smells of the summer breeze, leaving the baggage of the past behind, carrying along only the tender memories of the days of 'we' and the faith of rejuvenation, i find myself being much more light-heartened as i venture towards the journey of self-recovery and the healing of a broken heart, like a completed jigsaw that has been patiently put together. Nevertheless, even with that new source of strength and courage to move on, i do still, lack direction, like a unexperienced soldier lost in the depths of the jungle, with no ability to read the compass that i hold in my hand. Nevertheless, in time, it will all be much clearer, as the sourching sun takes its place in that empty spot in the sky, with that cloud of morning mist diving into the hilly mountains and the flowing river beds.

Someone once said 'If you have no idea which way to go, just go straight'. For now, till the day i grasp the meaning of that luminox needle spinning in the black little compass that i hold on my hand, i will, as lost as i am, like a lion cub that had lost sight of its party...just go straight. Just go staight, what else can you do? Just go straight, what's the point of standing here, refusing to bulge? Till you hit a wall, just go straight...Till you see the sun, just go straight...

1 comment:

feardaus said...

bro, i think the Chinese has a saying... "when the boat reaches a stream, it'll find its way" ;)