Sunday, February 1, 2009

I cried in her garden (For my friend Nurul)

the morning was bright
the breeze was cool and gentle
many would say it was a beautiful day

a fountain was in the corner
the sound of gushing water was relaxing
the sight and sound were captivating

I sat at the table
tea was served promptly
warm with biscuits

but I, I was grieving
filled with so much sadness
and then, I cried in her garden

Feb 1 2009