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esmeralda52 71F
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10/23/2006 9:10 am

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2/8/2007 7:22 pm

The love from west

She Walks in Morning's First Light

--for a Chinese girl, 17 Oct 2006

She walks in morning's first light.
Her smile so pure, so angelic,
Melting the subtle hues of dawn,
Gracefully bringing forth the radiance of day,
Coaxing the song of bird, the gentleness of breeze,
Over the ancient land of China.

Her sky conjures its fleeting brilliance.
Like the firmament,
Her presence is warm and glowing,
Not transient, but true and faithful,
Brighter than the very day.
Her being is incarnate joy.

In America, he sleeps in darkness.
In solitude, so serene, so tranquil.
His thoughts surround her,
As she sends him her light.
He feels her presence across the infinite expanse of sea,
And in his dreams, he sees her face in the deep sky of night
Amidst the stars and planets --
Like a burst of shimmering crystals that adorn her beauty.

The world turns again,
And now she is an angel in moonlight.
His joy brighter than the sunlight that warms him.
He longs for his love.
She feels his passion.
In every wakening hour, his heart reaches for her,
Through the shadow of earth; through the agony of miles.
His love - so far away in the darkness.

And the cycle repeats again.
She in light, he in darkness.
She in night, he in daylight.
And yet again, and again...
Slowly,
With anticipation,
With painful longing,
With excitement and wonder,
With mystery and gladness,
They seek the time
When their light and their darkness
Will be one ...
Forever.


--j 17 Oct 06



esmeralda52 71F
163 posts
11/3/2006 6:03 am

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