Sabado, Marso 12, 2011

A magic moment I remember
I raised my eyes and you were there
A fleeting vision the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems
Long and I near your soothing accents
Long did your features haunt my dreams

Time passed - a rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And i forgot your soothing accents
Your features gracefully divine

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, Live for, Love!

Then came a moment of renaissance
I looked up - you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare !