What , Where , Whom ?
I have been treading through
Meadows , seasides and shores ;
And yet my footsteps falter
When towards you I saunter .
You , who have been
My hope and my joy .
Yet all this changes when you
change like the changable weather;
Like the warm summer rain to winter gale.
You hurl me into this uncertain vale .
Now no longer there's warmth
in your speech and and eyes.
You fill me with fear with
your unkind words and lies .
All day long I have been
Listening to the whispering rain .
I tried to find out the truth , all in vain .
I seem to hear you threatening ,
swearing , under your breath .
For what , I don't even know , as
you seem to be the winner
Of this frolly ; for you turn and
twist us round in your finger tips !
With praises from your lips.
You hope we all sip and slip ;
According to your whims and fancy !
Do you want to turn me into
an expert in dreams and winning words ?
Because of this contrast
This tragic script is cast!
I was not the one to start this story
For you to shine and bathe in your glory !
If wishes have wings
I wish they'll to you bring
A long , very long spring .
Your sorrows change to laughter
You happiness long ever after !
The moon above in all her grace
shine on you , wherever your place .
After all I am ( with purpose or not ? )
Been led to confusion
As to , if you be , a man or woman .
If you but trace the story back
You'll know what I mean , Jack !
I hate to be drawn in to another debate
For I have been so fond of silence of late.
I try not to say all that's on my mind .
My sorrow , I'll leave all behind !
Agatha Lai
