Intense falsities II
By Luke Hsieh dedicated to K.D.
Another page of purposelessness,
On a Wednesday night starry bless,
Schumann's piano brushes my ear by,
Provoking a desire to fly the Capetonian sky,
'Tis odd that I should in this manner end,
The same way I acquired your lovely hand,
Six weeks ago in a night like this,
Schumann's piano was ringing loudly,
Stars smiles quietly above me,
I was drink my Earl Grey tea,
Our first conversation was calm,
My sentiment was well born,
Sweet Tinkling, tinkling sound,
When I took you to my heart,
So 'tis with tinkling, tinkling sound,
I shall part with your heart,
Perhaps I did not lose much,
A dream, an illusion and other such,
Yet a dream is hard to come by,
But tonight I have no wish to close my eyes,
For the night is most akin to the night we met,
A starry night with grass little wet,
I smiled for the first time in days,
For my heart no longer feels pain,
My eyes stopped shed tears,
I have awakened!
I have loved,
I have been loved,
Perhaps the wonderfully vague little thing,
Is kind of like a cop of French Roast coffee,
Sweetness for three seconds and the rest bitter,
But I have been loved!
She loved me!
I have dreamed!
But awakened,
That is all�
Reading through her letters I smiled gently,
Perhaps it is only in nights like this I can see
The intense falsity of my own foolishness,
Before packing them into a box I felt for the last time,
Of the false intensity and my idle crime,
Only checked by Schumann's tinkling, tinkling sound,
That my soul had been lost and found�
Luke Hsieh