Colors of the Orient
Parchment moon o'er streets of gold, the sleight of dragons' wings,
cherry blossoms, lantern's glow
what fare of noble kings.
Stoic, cliff-faced majesty, spring forth in quaking birth;
Sleek and stony sentinels hold fast the fragile earth.
Mirror lakes enshrouded in a misty China blue
'neath reaching arms of evergreens
all strung with pearls of dew.
Silken lady, silver land of mystery and veil...
however did your peaceful heart
become so drawn and pale?
With books of red a violent haze came marching
in the street,
with anger, black, your vision died;
a nation learned defeat.
With Xeroxed fear, row after row, your pain
reached every soul...
O, China, mighty conqueror, the prey of
mind control.
Somewhere from deep within your ache
a "David's heart" was born,
and filled the crying, writhing Square
the grinding tank had torn.
O, hulking beast stand silent in the triumph of
the youth!
How powerful the victory of meekness
speaking truth.
Sweet ancient land of longings, stony gods with vacant stares,
your winding paths of western dreams
are those the whole world shares...
...of hope and love triumphant, free of fear and filled
with peace...
triumphant human spirit, may your rainbow never cease.
1 comment:
I like this poem. It really shows off your talent!
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