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Talon · 01-12-2015, 11:20 AM

The Sea~

by Tu Yun-Hsieh

Because you are infinitely deep and immense
The melancholic dark blue, a bit mysterious,
Has become your natural complexion.

As night descends, the scattered fishing lights
Vanish from the horizon: the sorrow, filling your bosom,
Condenses into loneliness, hard and black as coal.

The stars in heaven and the lighthouses on shore perhaps
Will comfort you, but you only feel this is too much ado.
Thus you turn to lean on the beaches and sigh, still more
silent.

Only the sun and moon can make you glitter,
Can make your inexhaustible gold, silver, and
jewels.

As light breezes plume your pride with crested glory.

When the buffeting wind excites you,
You roll and roar in frenzy, waving back and forth
The white blossoms plucked from your heart.

But all these are only for an instant.
The permanent is the infinite silence
And that immense, melancholic dark blue.

Sometimes you reach into a delicate bay or lake
Where there are turf, cattle, and youthful laughter,
But it only makes you realize that this is not your world.

01-12-2015, 11:20 AM	#11
Talon Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Divine Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: . Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: . Posts: 4,921 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,246 Thanked 10,223 Times in 3,305 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	The Sea~ by Tu Yun-Hsieh Because you are infinitely deep and immense The melancholic dark blue, a bit mysterious, Has become your natural complexion. As night descends, the scattered fishing lights Vanish from the horizon: the sorrow, filling your bosom, Condenses into loneliness, hard and black as coal. The stars in heaven and the lighthouses on shore perhaps Will comfort you, but you only feel this is too much ado. Thus you turn to lean on the beaches and sigh, still more silent. Only the sun and moon can make you glitter, Can make your inexhaustible gold, silver, and jewels. As light breezes plume your pride with crested glory. When the buffeting wind excites you, You roll and roar in frenzy, waving back and forth The white blossoms plucked from your heart. But all these are only for an instant. The permanent is the infinite silence And that immense, melancholic dark blue. Sometimes you reach into a delicate bay or lake Where there are turf, cattle, and youthful laughter, But it only makes you realize that this is not your world.