The Song

THE SONG

I am humming it , waltzing along the floor

This song , the song I listened to in days of yore .

It's the song of a faded love , a lost memory .

It invokes in me a sadness like never before .

The song plays for me, a symphony that's harmonious , like

A thousand thoughts , a thousand moods and a thousand sunsets .

I can hear the wind , the rain , the moon , the stars in

This soulful love song of yore with its rhythmic beats .

Listen , can you hear it , how soothing its tune ? Behold

Yonder moon has climbed over the mountain top

The sun has sunk beyond the horizon ! Still glowing

Its last rays reflect on the glistening rain drops.

The song brings feelings into my numbed heart

The flame of love kindles afresh ; burning bright

Like a thousand glistering stars on a moonlit sky .

This song , the song , on this beautiful night .

Wings of reminiscence , like butterflies flutter

In a strange world that has no beginning , no ending .

And yet the music is played ; the guitar is strung

Then a voice sings , throaty ; then two , tremoulous !

Can it be you , you that sing ? How I wish it is you .

Sing on , beautiful stranger , I am listening

This beautiful love song , in a moonlit night

The soft moonlight and the clear guitar string !

~Agatha Lai~