autumn <br />asphalt street <br />grey sky <br /> <br />cool breeze <br />affords a floor <br />of brown leaves <br />to dance and <br />settle on a spot <br /> <br />your leather shoes <br />an eagerness <br />played out <br />by the leaves ealier <br /> <br />if i could just move <br />to welcome you <br />sweet heart <br />it would be agile <br />graceful <br />as the waltzing breeze <br />and the leaves <br />in their entrancing twirl of love <br /> <br />the museum and my poems <br />are nearby <br />there, <br />your heart will flutter <br />like the dazzling blooms - in spring <br />your tears trickle <br />in the spirit of my verses <br /> <br />if i could just hold you <br />by the hands again <br />and warm you up <br />with my love<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/09-ode-beyond-the-graves/
