The Pensive Song
My song in the wind searches for the invisible,
with my memories alike the swaying waves,
and the evening wind as chilly as never!
There is this teasing merriment all around,
and the words inside me searches for its music.
Won't it not find the loving heart?
Won't it not sing the song of joy?
The forlorn eyes escalate the heart's yearning.
It is just fine if my heart listens,
if I ask it to stop, and just enough
if the tormenting waves in it cease to arise...
Won't it hear the melody in stillness?
Won't it stitch up a rhythm from silence?
My soul would seek yours until its time of life.