To My Readers, All Three And A Half Of You, Upon Whom So Much Depends:
The wise girl once asked this question: Is it worth blowing off you homework
and lying your way through the evening to get on the computer and do this?
The answer is always yes.
The reason this piece of work exists is because I was inspired. Yep, reading
CT,HD reviews when there was homework to be done. Then, destressed that there were
only six fics for the best movie ever made (SHUT UP, LIZ! I don't care what
you think!) I wrote a poem. It's Li Mu Bai to Shu Lien after his death.
Enjoy.
Thanks to M, who has written with me before, and who has finally officaly
beta read something for me. Blame her, kids.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, the story ain't mine, some of the better lines
are borrowed. What's left IS mine. *preens*
So many times over the last immeasurable moments that are truly years have
I waited. Your watcher who could do naught but watch.
Even now that is true.
I have seen you since that time that is both last and first in my memory. We
were companions when we both walked roads of dirt.
Now the world seems to change under my eyes, showing bright jewels of color
and shades of gray all at once.
I travel on air, always to where you are. Be it dark or light I have been
with you, as I was not before.
I had your love when I left this world, and for it I stayed. To see you,
I forsook the sky for the time, to wait till your feet touched air
as mine did.
So I'll be your lonely ghost, perhaps not the one you miss the most.
But at least the one you know is unhesitatingly there.
I will watch the same star you watch when I am not watching you, knowing you
can not watch me back but feeling you think of me still.
Of my regrets there are many, and of wishes many more. I can not voice them
now or break this wall to tell you.
So I wait in patience, if not in content, for I know there are only so many
times we can walk this circle in separation.
Once the last debt is paid we can walk together, and I will find the courage
to touch your hand.
Flame if you want. Expect a well slung rock in return. We poetry girls
fight dirty. ;)
The wise girl once asked this question: Is it worth blowing off you homework
and lying your way through the evening to get on the computer and do this?
The answer is always yes.
The reason this piece of work exists is because I was inspired. Yep, reading
CT,HD reviews when there was homework to be done. Then, destressed that there were
only six fics for the best movie ever made (SHUT UP, LIZ! I don't care what
you think!) I wrote a poem. It's Li Mu Bai to Shu Lien after his death.
Enjoy.
Thanks to M, who has written with me before, and who has finally officaly
beta read something for me. Blame her, kids.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, the story ain't mine, some of the better lines
are borrowed. What's left IS mine. *preens*
So many times over the last immeasurable moments that are truly years have
I waited. Your watcher who could do naught but watch.
Even now that is true.
I have seen you since that time that is both last and first in my memory. We
were companions when we both walked roads of dirt.
Now the world seems to change under my eyes, showing bright jewels of color
and shades of gray all at once.
I travel on air, always to where you are. Be it dark or light I have been
with you, as I was not before.
I had your love when I left this world, and for it I stayed. To see you,
I forsook the sky for the time, to wait till your feet touched air
as mine did.
So I'll be your lonely ghost, perhaps not the one you miss the most.
But at least the one you know is unhesitatingly there.
I will watch the same star you watch when I am not watching you, knowing you
can not watch me back but feeling you think of me still.
Of my regrets there are many, and of wishes many more. I can not voice them
now or break this wall to tell you.
So I wait in patience, if not in content, for I know there are only so many
times we can walk this circle in separation.
Once the last debt is paid we can walk together, and I will find the courage
to touch your hand.
Flame if you want. Expect a well slung rock in return. We poetry girls
fight dirty. ;)