YOU

I was fifteen when I composed my eye brows
those thoughts of being happy were my vows.
I was sixteen when that dream went faraway
to the land of grapes and wine where
the yellow butterflies hand over a message
that my dream will come to shine!
From year to year thus life will pass away,
but the dream of you wouldn't go away.
until on the pathway the willow trees sway
and swing with my hair so free in a away,
as the boundless sky and endless earth were
our witnesses on that very day ..
On seventh day of seventh moon when none was near,
at midnight in a long life land some one whispered in my ear,
It was the wind who brought me the news of your existence.
beyond that golden land where i know i have my chance,
the chance of finding my love with his nice appearance .
And i believed the wind would never lie to me not a chance!
In a fine rain a pair of swallows fly and show me thee,
You, who is living deep in my heart and i feel so free.
How many times have i met you in my dream at night!
Now left to gaze at you in silver candlelight !
If our two hearts as firm as the gold should remain
in heaven or on earth we'll sometime meet again.

On a spring day

On a spring day

On the pathway,bright flowers bathed in thin mist and dim moonlight.
Tis best time to steal out to see my love to night!
Waiting for him alone , among the flowers from
the pot of wine i drink alone beneath the bright moonshine.
I raise my cup to invite the moon who blends her light with my shadow gloom.
I gaze upon the moon, too sad to fall asleep then
from the wood i see him coming!
We stand face to face at an evening hour"
I fear it is not thee,but a sweet dream untrue !" I say.
"I am afraid all the fine scenery will go away with thee.
I 've just seen spring depart and now with you I'll part !"
he says.
Suddenly i wake up and see that all was just a dream
that a young man dreamed of me on a spring day.

Friendship

Your jade like eyes and silk like skin

are naturally sweet, fresh and warm.

Your humble care, reminds me

of the glorious warmth of mother 's smile...

Such wanderful kindness

can't be repaid by thousand thanks.

I know your heart as noble as the sun in the sky.

I know you carry the old story of the years of sorrow and fights...

Your kindly hand of love,

won't be forgotten

through many long years

and,

our friendship will be eternal

as the stream of thousand stars in the milky way.

To Larrisa

The celebration of love

Each night i long for you till
the frost fogs fades through the valley of stars
Won't you feel cold to think of me in a lonely place?
My thoughts stretches endlessly my grief wretches endlessly.
Come to me and feel my breath of love.
So we can celebrate our union under the sky of the northern star.

Maria

My lover

So green,
It seems like these fading dreams!
The silk curtains fall
The breeze begins to blow
ruffling a pool of spring water below.
Crushing apricot petals in hand i play
with a pair of love birds on the fragrant pathway.
Apricot blossoms blown off upon my long curly hair,
Look ! There he stands behind the curtain play !
Is he the noble young man that i long to be his wife?
How handsome he is , my lover!
Oh, how charming he is among the young men.
His lips are like roses
his body are like polished bronzes
his mouth are sweetness itself.
I delight to sit in his shade,
to tell him the story of the last decade:
"I follow thee in dreams unwoken
none knows how happy i am,
but the birds in the sky
Let us get drunk tonight and drown our sorrow
in front of the wine jar do not talk of tomorrow".

Maria

Dream of you

Last night at middle hour
I dreamed of you who whispered on my pillow
Your face still fair as peach tree flower,
half shy ,half glad,
you 'd go away but stop to stay.
I woke up and find the dream so sad
A grief not to allay.

By Maria

Drop by Drop

I raise and dance with my shadow play
the loneliness is no far and happiness
a thousand miles away!
Could the faith be forgotten?!
My years have passed in dreams
like flowers on the streams
the waves would no more sing a song
for whom should the cold moon floating among?!
I could not express my deep distress!
watch after watch
and drop by drop
the rain falls on orange leaves without a stop!
The rain cares not what i dislike, it seems
I cannot seek for dreams
but my hope is there dancing
with a blue fairy in the land of streams.

By Maria