One fine afternoon , sitting beside the river .
I listened to the chorus of the wind and rustling of leaves.
I looked where the sky met the trees tops ,
A yearning rose in me ; of someone
some scenes , some dreams in the past .
Pictures , in vivid colours
Songs sang , roads trodden
All flashed in my inward eyes .
I searched deeper , and longer
The furthest corner of my heart
where hidden dreams lurked
I scooped them up to savour.
I sailed in my dreams and basked in my thoughts ,
I floated and danced as the hours prolonged
What was it that made me so gay ;
so pure , feelings so complacent ; I was at a loss.
Tell me , voices from the past !.
Did you hear that bird yonder sing ?
The bird sang on ; it didn't interrupt my thoughts.
I continued to sail down memory lane
the river besides me ; of people
Their voices distant , long gone from this earth .
Let leisure be my friend and time be my enemy .
Voices from the past , dare I question your authority ?
So from hence I shall walk in my dreams and
smile in my sleep ; and there shall be only peace.
A message from voices in the past .
Come now , the spirit of contentment
Let me bath in your flickering light ; I
the passenger of time that drags on and on for so long ,
fret and turn in my dreams of lifetime.
Willl only wake at the end of it .
Let time stand still
the hours lengthen .
Let each minute be as meaningful as this one .
As I , contemplating
The nature around me sang
about the dews on the leaves and sheep on the plain .
A bird flew by and called out shrill
I startled , looked around me and saw myself the first time
Sitting under an old oak tree beside the river
Evening approached .
Agatha Lai Oct.02