I wish those eyes, those dead, unmoving eyes
Would someday look at me cheerfully,
Light up a torch of hope and serenity,
And lead me out of this Waterloo’s adversity.I wish those hands, those dead, unmoving hands
Would someday shot up and touch my cheek
I wouldn’t then feel so meek
Coz you would instantly make loneliness weak.
I wish those hands, those same pair of hands
So soft, and warm, and fair
Would someday stroke my night-dyed hair
And in my heart set a most soothing flair.
I wish those ears, those dead-stone ears
Would someday be alive enough to hear my pleas
And not a word, for all the world, it would miss
Not even the softest whispered hiss.
I wish those arms, those strong but dead arms
Would someday enfold me in a fast embrace
And so close to mine I would feel your face,
That alone could give me a most calming grace.
I wish those arms, those same pair of arms
Would someday cuddle me most lovingly
Rock me and lull me to still lethargy
That I may learn of a land of genuine tranquility.
I wish those lips, those soft red lips
Would someday be alive enough to spare
A smile, a genuine smile so fair
That quietly says the two divine words, “I CARE.”
note: this is a very, very old poem i have written after staring endless hours on the guys' poster i have stuck on my wall for years now. *they* have seen me in the many different phases of my life and the altering facets of my being. sometimes, with the way they just look back at me quietly whenever i tell them stuffs, i feel they know me more than i do myself. i feel there's nothing i can never conquer as long as they are around.
forever keeping the pride alive ^-^
---Hana
