Saturday, April 5, 1997

The Abstract

The sea is overflowing
with songs of love and joy
waving forth its wave
to two small mournful souls.


The sun woke up

with its vermilion tongue
and touched the heart
of every eyes that stood apart.


Suddenly the breeze blew hard

the dream that was built
went beyond the highest peak
and echoed to the clouds the love that was seen.


Our spirits danced with victory

as the moon sparks up
the twinkle in your diamond eyes
had brought me up to the seven skies.


And as the music fades away

the abstract is now clear
that within my boundless dreams
it is you who built the bridge.