The bouquet

“the bouquet

Between me and the world
you are a bay, a sail
the faithful ends of a rope
you are a fountain, a wind,
a shrill childhood cry.

Between me and the world
you are a picture frame, a window
a field covered in wildflowers
you are a breath, a bed,
a night that keeps the stars company.

Between me and the world,
you are a calendar, a compass
a ray of light that slips through the gloom
you are a biographical sketch, a book mark
a preface that comes at the end.

between me and the world
you are a gauze curtain, a mist
a lamp shining in my dreams
you are a bamboo flute, a song without words
a closed eyelid carved in stone.

Between me and the world
you are a chasm, a pool
an abyss plunging down
you are a balustrade, a wall
a shield’s eternal pattern.”
― Bei Dao

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3011429.Bei_Dao

Say it with flowers!

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17 thoughts on “The bouquet

  1. Yes, ‘…a song without words…’! 🙂

  2. this is lovely Gita – a beautiful poem, a beautiful post, xx

  3. Beautiful post, Ela! Have a great week 🙂

  4. Good read, I steal some skill from you! 😉

  5. I can’t help but notice bouquets, card and candles on the table. What is the occasion. Please do share. 😛

  6. Such a beautifully moving post. Thank you for sharing and inspiring!

  7. Reblogged this on E'n'M.

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