When the sun-scorched rock, long-thirsting in drought,
Is kissed by rain, a strange, earthy fragrance
Usually rises to greet the air\u2014
But today, I do not sense it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wasps hum softly,
Lingering upon the tender areca blooms.
And I, with a voice adrift,
Sing of my life\u2014
Unknowing where its beginning lies,
Where its middle rests,
Or how its end will come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once, I was the only dream in your secret world.
I was the sun that warmed your skies.
But today, that sun has drowned beneath the sea.
Sorrows gather like tides,
And I am tangled helplessly\u2014
Yesterday, today, tomorrow\u2014
All bound in grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the sun-scorched rock, long-thirsting in drought,
Is kissed by rain, a strange, earthy fragrance
Usually rises to greet the air\u2014
But today, I do not sense it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, in my chest,
The warmth of our embrace lingers.
You were the only solace within my heart.
Through the long hours,
I drift into dreams,
Humming the songs of love once ours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the sun-scorched rock, long-thirsting in drought,
Is kissed by rain, a strange, earthy fragrance
Usually rises to greet the air\u2014
But today, I do not sense it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wasps hum softly,
Lingering upon the tender areca blooms.
And I, with a wandering voice,
Sing of my life\u2014
Unknowing where it began,
Where it flows,
Or where it will end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n