It's the Period of Calm

Calmness... serenity... tranquility...
that's the picture that i paint -
that's what the whole world sees:
just calmness... serenity... tranquility...

But what lies inside me is a cauldroon of fire:
churning and turning and gurgling and boiling
what is hidden from the eyes of the world -
is the turmoil of magma and volcanic fire...

For how could i stay composed, and calm -
when my heart is beating like a frenzied drum;
how can i lie down and stay in repose, and calm -
when all that i feel is a passion that's a roaring fire!

How can i not wonder how this is all going to end -
how can i tell myself that it must be snipped and destroyed
like the worm-eaten rose bud that weeps in my garden...
how can i speak of this burning pain that tugs at the heart
and not feel it burn deeper, and sear longer than an ugly sore
that would not heal - but would only kill the heart that feels...

Looking At You

Oh it's true - each time i look at you -
it's me that i see, smiling back at me...
It's me that i see, with eyes that are mine...
with a heart that fits into mine, perfectly...

For whatever that i like and hold dear -
is also what you like and treasure...
whatever that i hate and i loathe -
also seems rather hateful to you...

How can two hearts and two souls be so alike -
that it seems they beat as one...
how can i not admit that i need not look further -
than to look in you - to find myself...

After A Long, Long Time

After a long, long time of existing,
of giving up on life, and on love -
i found love again,
and i live again...

For i feel God has deemed it fit -
to give me a second chance at life:
and i feel that He will see me safe
and bless me with love again in life;

For the great joy of giving -
and the greater joy of receiving...
for the immense joy of loving -
and the even more intense joy of being loved...

That had left on tired broken wings so long ago
Have found their way back to me:
in all their youthful glory -
in all their feathers and plume,
that i may one day march proudly to my Maker
and say: i thank Thee, God -
for all the great favours showered upon me;
and i sincerely thank Thee, God -
for giving me a second chance at love,
and a second chance at life -
that i may clearly know
what it means to love
and be loved in return...

Thank You, God, for all your blessings -
for which i am eternally thankful - Thank You...

On Beautiful Mornings

This is where i'll be:
in my garden, smelling the sweet roses,
surrounded by lovely soft blue plumbagos
and scarlet azeleas in full bloom...
and admiring the majestic orchids -
while listening to the cocks crowing,
and the birds chirping about breakfast...
and other peaceful signs of life -
like my fountains gurgling,
my windchimes jingling in the gentle breeze...

Oh on beautiful mornings like this:
i live life to the fullest,
thoughts of friends are the closest...
and i love the warm sunshine
caressing my face...

So on beautiful mornings like this:
though i am miles away from home -
and the South China Sea still beckons,
i am at peace with the world
thoughts of long deserted beaches
tall, whispering casuarinas,
and swaying coconut trees
fill all my senses with the knowledge
that i am free and alive
and that i live with love around me
and that of all God's creatures around me
i love you most...

Telling Myself What I Already Know

Oh i tell myself i should not do it -
if it's going to hurt someone;
i've told myself a thousand times over
yet, i feel, i would still do it...

For what is going to hurt someone -
is the very elixir of life for another
and if i were to stop what i'd decided to do
then it's just like killing a mocking bird in my hand...

For it is only natural to seek happiness -
and it is also natural to want to give joy;
and to help a friend rise above his misery
is to help myself rise above pettiness and pain...

So, i've made up my mind to do it just right -
for the joy that i give is also a joy that i reap...
So, God forgive me if i am wrong, or have erred
in thinking that it is just Destiny's game, for me...

A Beautiful Heart, A Beautiful Mind

A beautiful heart, will nourish a beautiful mind
and beautiful thoughts will always come to mind...
for a beautiful heart is what it takes
to create beautiful thoughts and beautiful ideas...

A beautiful heart will feel for you
and sense it when you are suffering so,
for though you keep it well-hidden from the world
a beautiful heart will see through all the fake smiles

And it takes a beautiful heart to understand -
that in trying to be magnanimous and protect others
you are eating away your heart and your mind -
and though you may laugh it off and say you don't mind,
your suffering heart will be doubly felt
by a beautiful heart that cries for you...

So, my friend, do take heed:
if, and whenever, there is a need -
whenever you have to suffer:
you will never have to suffer alone -

Take comfort in the knowledge that
a beautiful heart always suffers with you ...

"My Heart Wants to Sing"

Oh "my heart wants to sing
like a happy lark in the tree"
my heart wants to soar
as if it has snowy wings...

For it is filled with a joy so great -
that it's going to burst at the seams!
it is filled with so much hope for the future -
it's impossible to think of anything but joy!
it is full of so much love -
that it could love the whole wide world!

For it is such a long, long time -
that life is filled with misery;
it has been so, so long ago -
that the sweetness of joy is long forgotten;
it has been a long, long time of loneliness
but now life is no longer a long, tedious road to travel, alone,
it has been like a whole century of pining and suffering -
but now it's a joyous path of adventure and rediscovery...

It is a joy like the taste of good wine -
as it is swirled in every corner of the mouth:
Sweet, yet intoxicating...
satisfying, yet craving for more...