I’d like to write a Love Letter
To the act of writing herself
If I’m alive now, then I was dead
When I didn’t write, it’s Skyward again
With unbothered Golden Sun
The blueness of the stars is my
Final muse, the magic of the music
It’s not easy to state the changes
Internal, apprehending language
Is a habit of association that didn’t convince me
My spirit craved something more
Than duality and dull metaphors
So I soul-shifted into the gear of silence
For a Silver Breath, and it’s a gift
To be writing again, Love Letters as always
To a world, I didn’t always know
What to make of it, tragedy unfolded
In months of boiling water and multiplication
Tables, how the worlds counts her profit
I knew I didn’t want to exist in a vulgar way
My most prominent objects were inside
Subjective, I was like the last romantic
Of a generation, giving free-feeling a fair hearing
Without conforming to some drab pragmatism
Just yet, pretending I was a spiritual guest
In a colourful experimental world, language
Could suffice, at least as a tentative medium.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/silver-sleep-and-pomegranate-flower-453025759
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
And it makes me happy!
Yes I really try hard to pen epic titles at least lol
It’s a bit arrogant of me but sometimes I can’t resist.
And it turns out wonderful as it is.
Lovely Wuji. You may be more versatile than you credit yourself.