Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Love Letter to Stewart 42

In the middle of the restless night,
thousand steps away from Fotan,
a voice beckons me
so loud and clear.

Its midnight here
but the dark clouds crawl
to give way to the burning orange light.

Cresendo of color,
the sounds of nature
contained within
his hypotic voice.

I whisperd back,
to the lapping waves
of the mountain's wind.

And along the road,
to the buildings
down the river of Shatin,
it carries my reply
back to Fotan,
to the heart of my ever loving John.

I close my eyes
What a lovely goodnight!

His soft and sweet voice
stays in my heart and mind

And until now.....I am listening to it still.

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