autumn
asphalt street
grey sky
cool breeze
affords a floor
of brown leaves
to dance and
settle on a spot
your leather shoes
an eagerness
played out
by the leaves ealier
if i could just move
to welcome you
sweet heart
it would be agile
graceful
as the waltzing breeze
and the leaves
in their entrancing twirl of love
the museum and my poems
are nearby
there,
your heart will flutter
like the dazzling blooms - in spring
your tears trickle
in the spirit of my verses
if i could just hold you
by the hands again
and warm you up
with my love
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/09-ode-beyond-the-graves/
