Zenith

(dedicated to Ms. Sandra Fowler, a great poet at poemhunter) I whisper to me I call my soul I come to you I envelop your hope If love is merely a promise Why then sink and rise? O lethargic feeling! O terrestrial experience! Longing is blossom, so is fragrance I sing to me I invite my dream I talk to you I play your melody If death is merely a moment Why then hesitate and complain? O peaceful idyll! O eternal glance! Memory is farewell, so is happiness I walk to me I feel my anxiety I listen to you I adore your amour If life is merely a flash Why then confuse and waste? O unspeakable beauty! O superstitious fear! Chance is misery, so is care Maidens are plucking sparkle flowers Along riverbank, near garden Reflecting joy in humble zephyr Look over there! Is worth more than gold! Poets are writing precious verses Among children, beside families Drifting vision in spontaneous space Look over there! Is valuable more than palace! Painters are drawing gorgeous panoramas Around mountain, in front of oceans Bearing inner gloom in magnificent doom Look over there! is honor more than armor! O bitter tears! How long will you Embrace to hug me To cover my withered spirit? O shiny love! How long will you Embrace to kiss me To strengthen my evaporated wish? O silken dreams! How long will you Embrace to guide me To lit my scattered heart? When the last flowering Cherry blossoms fall From the branches Of Spring song When the rice growing Of total greenery Throughout the country In Summer festival When swirls of changing leaves Bring harvest time in vivid hues Of gold, bronze, crimson, yellow In Autumn ceremony When colder wind blows tenderly And pure snow descends majestically Spread intimate ice blanket Of Winter unison O friend, I long at your side Sleep blissfully in a jaded pavilion Between these two inspiring bridges And still resound in my nostalgic regards (inspired by Gustav Mahler’s Das Lied von der Erde)