Saying Goodbyes
Summer-blown leaves flowing,
Above Spring Dawn’s Tidings,
Brilliant-colored butterflies sweeping,
Across the majestically, amused courtesans,
They dancing to the lyre of Ageless Time,
Playing a bard’s ballad of longing past and dreaming future,
In another world,
A sailor could hear the whisper of a sound,
Maybe a glimpse of an apparition,
Chilling his own heart-strings,
As his song is already played,
Of all the rights and wrongs he did,
And the watchful, Eternal Doorman,
Driving his chariot and dark ebony horses,
To steal a confession of a sin.
A date with the Eternal Doorman,
Is no fool’s desire or luck,
However, I am a fool,
A tenderly golden fool,
I heave a sigh and snicker at a couple’s courtship,
I be a angry lover of love,
Maniacally laughing at the fairy tales and golden birds,
I would be a sensitive woman if not for my traits you would call man,
When Shadows grasp the little whimsical part of my soul,
I shudder and cry in the face of the Eternal Doorman’s looking glass,
Being alone is not amusing or fun, even a tawny fool I am,
Bowing down to the great lions and kings as the lesser beasts envy me,
Tackling as I struggle against the illusionary apparitions,
As I am confined in this puppetry’s prison,
However, my sadness has an ultimate end,
A rebirth into happiness I never before seized,
It’s the countless blazing dawns that touches all the folklore,
And wakes the burdening soul you sleep,
A sensation of honey-syrupy sherbet,
An epicurean luxury all the envious courtesans would envy,
Be I lucky, or destiny?
Nevertheless, my dear friend, Eternal Doorman,
Do not judge me and I will not mock you,
For I have no sins I regret anymore,
Thy not ready for your cool taste of blade,
Succumbing to your bed-kiss,
Farewell, and be gone.
poem by Julian Nguyen
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