Time

As i walk along your
winding path,
my skirts billow out behind me
from the cool north wind
that attacks mercilessly
whipping against my unprotected face.

I long to turn around
but i dare not.
I long to gaze backward,
but i cannot,
for i know
i will no longer walk forward
if i give myself to temptation
allowing the warmth of the sun
to fall on my closed lids.

How i long to stay
in memory forever,
sinking
into that warm quagmire
unable to extricate myself-
not that i would want to.
It is like sinking into warm chocolate;
so sweet, flowing richly.

But i am forced to travel against harsh wind
trudging along that winding path
where rocks dig into feet
and mud impedes my wretched journey.
It is because the path winds on
and i am compelled by the wind
to move,
even as it rages against me.

03 June 06

Going to pasir ris in a bit, will be back tomorrow nite. How I begrudge the time lost! But I really want to see my cousins and aunts, so i suppose it is inevitable. I am quite certain it will be fun, yeps;p