Ode to A Woman

 she is gone and nothing is left but groan

nor hope nor love remain in thy suffered mind

shrink thy sweetest smile into a mournful moan

sprinkle thy heart and fill with sore and pain

but still, still love her in deepest

called her name in thy dreams,

tried to take her back in thy breath,

yet, to love her and to be loved is the hardest

'O, Time, why wouldst thou left me in thy stream?'

'O, Life, should I have to make love with the Death?'

 

nay, thy grievance, thy lament may never been ceas'd

though in thy solitude, thy soul withered like a leaf

but ay, what thou hast seen just a delusion

of a heaven's angel who never been reach'd

of a morning's cloud that never been relieve

and still, still hope for thy redemption

 

Look,deep upon heedless sight of thine eyes

There always a love that never dies

 

- Alamsyah Lam. March 2011