To A Friend

Bathed in the sweet afternoon light,

Sways the buttercups in autumnal delight,

And there the river cascades down,

While the green lane descends to town.

There the lilies dance in the October wind,

Still stands the mango tree determined,

And seems these old blue hills,

Speak to me of summer bliss.

This is the place where we bade goodbye,

Our faces blue against the orange sky,

While the fragile light and golden boughs,

Had played shadows on the ground.

Our voices had choked and our hearts had turned cold,

As we recalled stories of old.

A sweet and passing memory,

And yet so dear to me.

We had heard the temple bells ring,

And the wayward winds sing,

But our moment was subtle and quiet,

Like some gentle crisp night.

The bamboos had played gently with the breeze,

While soft light peeped from within,

The world was a thousand colors,

But our hearts were of sad lovers’.

In the broken light now as I stand,

I call to you dear friend,

Like those songs by the winter fire,

Calling you home since forever.

But our love will always be the same,

Tender as the scented rain,

And forever and ever till the river flows,

Our love shall go on.