Rhoey
12-05-2004, 08:14 PM
Her teardrops, like pebbles sink through the cold air
So heavy, trying to get rid of this burden she cannot bear
I see the cherry blossoms fly around with the morning wind
As the first rays from the golden sun
Touch the crown of the tree
She embraces her knees
She kisses the flowers
She could dream of thee
And sit here for hours
Her hair in her face
Her eyes sparkle in so beautiful ways
Like small sapphires, they glow
Their colour touch the heavens above
She cries her tears for her dearest love
The one she dreamed of at night
She loved him so
But how would she ever know?
Perhaps now she must let him go...
She can hear the sound of her piano echo in her head
For her heart, the only sign she’s not dead
But does it matter anyway?
For she doesn’t feel alive anymore
She’s not even sure
What she wants to do with her life
--Live no more –-
Why must she wake every morning and hurt?
Oh, dearest God!
It was her cry that you heard
A few more tears wet her bright blue eyes
She cannot wait till they dry
For all she can do and feel like is to cry
What will become of you?
What will you do?
Where will you go?
Why does it all feel so hopeless?
All she knows and feels is sadness
Life seems so meaningless to live
For what does she have to give
When she wants to give her life
For the one she loves
If he would be her dearest
She wouldn’t be unhappy again
Everyday, she could rest
She’d wake with a smile, even on a rainy day
For her heart, there’s no other wish
She sends these flowers to you with a kiss.
-- N. A. Lengyel
A long one, I know. I sat under the cherry tree outside my window when I wrote this one.
I was thinking about the one I'm in love with, and it was summer, and I couldn't write to him, so I wrote this poem to 'send it with the wind'.
This is an older one, though. Wrote it during summer.
So heavy, trying to get rid of this burden she cannot bear
I see the cherry blossoms fly around with the morning wind
As the first rays from the golden sun
Touch the crown of the tree
She embraces her knees
She kisses the flowers
She could dream of thee
And sit here for hours
Her hair in her face
Her eyes sparkle in so beautiful ways
Like small sapphires, they glow
Their colour touch the heavens above
She cries her tears for her dearest love
The one she dreamed of at night
She loved him so
But how would she ever know?
Perhaps now she must let him go...
She can hear the sound of her piano echo in her head
For her heart, the only sign she’s not dead
But does it matter anyway?
For she doesn’t feel alive anymore
She’s not even sure
What she wants to do with her life
--Live no more –-
Why must she wake every morning and hurt?
Oh, dearest God!
It was her cry that you heard
A few more tears wet her bright blue eyes
She cannot wait till they dry
For all she can do and feel like is to cry
What will become of you?
What will you do?
Where will you go?
Why does it all feel so hopeless?
All she knows and feels is sadness
Life seems so meaningless to live
For what does she have to give
When she wants to give her life
For the one she loves
If he would be her dearest
She wouldn’t be unhappy again
Everyday, she could rest
She’d wake with a smile, even on a rainy day
For her heart, there’s no other wish
She sends these flowers to you with a kiss.
-- N. A. Lengyel
A long one, I know. I sat under the cherry tree outside my window when I wrote this one.
I was thinking about the one I'm in love with, and it was summer, and I couldn't write to him, so I wrote this poem to 'send it with the wind'.
This is an older one, though. Wrote it during summer.