I find it easy associating this pen&ink study of a nude and that poem, Your Grief, as well as that watercolor study of a rosebud in handmade paper with Yanni's Almost A Whisper piano arrangement.
Logic has defied me of the reasons why. Perhaps the gaps can be bridged if I take the leap from rationality into the realm of the unknowing.
YOUR GRIEF
Your bulging eyelids
Tell me that your pillow was again atop
your face last night
providing a perfect cover
suppressing the sobs
absorbing the tears
concealing the pains of life
lest your sister-roommate suspects
As you went about
the business of the day
you face the world with a Mona Lisa smile
more than a perfect cover
an enigmatic façade
of a young beauteous professional
concealing the scarred and confused heart
lest those green-eyed officemates find out.
But your grief is a story
a silent ear can hear.
It is a song a loving heart can echo
or a picture a caring hand can paint.
Your sad eyes
Tell me that it is indeed darkness
But isn’t it that in darkest night
where stars shine most brightly?
Tell me that your pillow was again atop
your face last night
providing a perfect cover
suppressing the sobs
absorbing the tears
concealing the pains of life
lest your sister-roommate suspects
As you went about
the business of the day
you face the world with a Mona Lisa smile
more than a perfect cover
an enigmatic façade
of a young beauteous professional
concealing the scarred and confused heart
lest those green-eyed officemates find out.
But your grief is a story
a silent ear can hear.
It is a song a loving heart can echo
or a picture a caring hand can paint.
Your sad eyes
Tell me that it is indeed darkness
But isn’t it that in darkest night
where stars shine most brightly?
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