A Special Place
Last night, like a dream,
Hand pulls hand, heart to heart.
Sit on the mountain and listen
That graceful poem voice.
Last night, like in the dream,
Hand drags hand, heart in heart.
Gently snuggle that shoulder and listen
That romantic piano melody.
Last night, it looks like a dream,
Hand upon hand, heart by heart.
Counted stars in the dark sky and listen
That intoxicated by Norah Jonesís song.
I wish in the morning to wake into
That dream ever awake in my life.
(6/ 08/ 02 in Bay Area, U S A)
I want to wave hand,
My hand is difficult to rise.
I want to say: Good-Bye!
My mouth is difficult to open.
Say this is not love, think of love imbued,
Say this is love, and it is no any idea.(comes to no avail).
Here remember beside that blue mountain,
This knotted sentiment, never untie us.
Say: ďValue your life!Ē I will be back,
Ask when we meet, and I will wait.
(18/ 8/ 02 in Alameda, America)
On my first Spring
In my first spring,
Late evening, the shy moon and stars hide into clouds for
Sauntered in the lane; grassplot; and grove.
That spring dew soaks in my body.
On my first spring,
Early morning, the nightingale brings birds cheer to sing
Flown on the hill; mountain; and top.
That spring rain sprinkles on my body.
At my primary spring,
Later dusk, the oceanís wave melancholyís surf for me.
Across the strait; bay; and ocean.
That spring seawaters splash on my body.
My body enjoys into that spring,
These all caroused intoxicate on my first spring.
My singing grows crazy into that
Springís wind, rain, thunder,
These sounds blend frenzied acclaim on my first spring.
(19/ 3/ 03 in London)
Used to be thinking
of my home that is many tickets.
After I tear it -- to open that travel
And plunge into another strange world
How many years of this drift,
How many days of like loneliness,
That hence back begins again,
Until I am now just aware.
I have already forgotten some people I have met,
Some things follow that wind which is now gone.
That commotionís heart gently to calm down
And wearied me so...
I donít know if have the same fate as you.
(12/ August/ 03 somewhere on the world)
How many secrets do I have, you ask me?
I never have to tell, no one knows.
Springís flower smiles on the sprig,
Autumnís leaves follow the wind and fly,
Count the flowers, leaves will be known.
How many secrets do I have, you donít need ask me?
Even when I tell, you donít understand.
Why that melodious spring wind blows too late,
Why that sorrowful autumn shower hits the leaves,
The beautiful flowers have vexation too.
My secrets I want to speak to you,
Because you care and are kind to me,
Why am I alone going into the dusk ?
Why embrace the light wind and thin rain.
Lassí affectionateness, how much do you know.
(18/04/05, CA, USA)
Seems near, seems far,
Who shouts to me?
I am unable to breathe.
(Summer, Bay Area, USA, 2006)
Poems & Drawings by Sarah Zhu