Chamber of the Past

[ In between a poem and parts of an unwritten story.  Still composing, but do not know if it is worth the effort to make it a full story.  ]



As I sit in the garden under the pale moon light, reflections of the past can be seen in the rippling pond.  How sweet the memories were of an earlier time.  My eyes are filled with tears reminiscing of our time together. 
Our young hearts were full of warmth through the Winter nights.  We would pluck away at the zithers on sunny days.  Such sweet melodies were engraved in my memory.

Not all days were full of fire works to light up the entire sky.  There were times when the heart was over flowed with tears to mimic the water falls of the East.  We would have our fire and ice moments that scar the heart. 

Life can be as full of aches with you as it is without you.  Time does not always heal the pain.  Neither does all the good times replace the bad ones.

Old love starts with a set of young hearts that do not know where they will end.  The ending is never the way we imagine it to be.  Yet we take the chances and go where ever the path takes us to.

The calm water shows my hair to match with the moon.  How the years have gone by in a blink of an eye.  I stand alone by the pillar where we had made our marks.  Wind and rain has taken a toll on them, but the memory of us has not faded away with time.


Brittle leaves fall to the ground and crackle under my feet.  The sound of lifeless pieces that represents my heart.  Broken and awaits to be buried under layers of frost and snow.

The vibrance of Spring and the warmth of Summer always comes to this end.  Autumn is the last breath of life before Winter seals all that once had life.  Pain and numbness take turns reminding me what there was that has long been gone.
Winter is as hollow and frigid as life without a warm hand to hold and kiss.  Nothing compares to the empty space that I sit next to every night and day.  The only season that stays inside me till the final days.

Countless are the nights I await for a glimpse of you under the sparkling stars.  A short moment to comfort me in my motionless life.  How nice it would be to fade away with the wind.

All the days, months and years go by in a blur.  The plum wine is my only sweet companion night after night.  It would be a dream to stay in a drunken state.

I raise my cup to Heaven and Earth each time and offer them wine of sweetness.  In return, tears fall down from Heaven and the Earth drowns in my sorrow.  I wonder how long I have to endure being in between both places.


I step into the private chamber to see my shadow on the wall as dark and silent as my nights.  My hand runs through the royal blue velvet drapes that remind me of your love for soft fabric.  The majestic violet cape was worn often to keep you warm.

Comfort for the body does not bring the same to my heart and soul.  Memories run constantly across my mind endlessly.  How it brings warmth and chills at the same time every day and night.

If the walls of stone could talk, they would have colorful stories to share.  As much as I want to leave all this behind, I could not.  A place where memories are created becomes a place of sadness when there is only one left standing.

The midnight wind whispers the days of horse riding into the lush green hills.  Scenic as it may be, the feeling is not the same any more.  What felt so complete before is now  as desolate as the desert lost in the sands of time.

Quite often, I do not want to leave the chamber to attend to my duties.  I want to stay in one place to leave the rest of the world behind.  There is nothing the world can offer me that would come close to your embrace.

Life has little meaning when a piece of my heart is gone.  The many lives I help on this Earth does not fuel me the way you do.  Nothing is ever the same without your presence.