( An old poem I’ve written in year 2000 )
This time, love may not give us the meanderings of hope
like that ocean we saw last night, fleeing fearfully;
In a whirling motion underneath a serenading sky.
You may trudge around me like a lone star,
But that would be as far as we can navigate,
for there is no parallel in the heavens that bind us—- right now.
This time, there may be no harpsichords and violins, like they do it once before,
By emperors and pretenders whenever the heart is aglow
for there are no symphonies that harks a longing—- like now.
You have sent your vicious army to surround my fortress
for you say I am an empire unconquered,
And now I shall remain a province unknown.
My walls lay strong and unfettered as it is tended
carefully by the last of the adventurer that had passed me by,
There are no more enemies that hound me after that.
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