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| Friday, May 30, 2008
A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You Writer : Ng Xiao YeeI wish you could remember that first day First moment, first hour of your meeting me, The fat flakes of incomprehension fall, I spoke to you, but you did not hear at all, I called you, you greeted someone else, I touched you, you remain engaged in voluble discourse, a square of happiness entirely knowing too well and yet not knowing at all that I was near How evasive is your humor, how accidental the barest touch, how permanent are the glances you give chase to others right from the start my greatest comfort is invisble though I want to be near The world is suddenly plural, you chose other things instead of me, To a melting world of things being various You know, one day I went on my way by the roadside, Two blind men stopped me by One cried out, the others silenced him, In the sun born over and over, he received his sight He pipes the world awake Shouted my name, when I knew his name Bartimaeus And now everything to him is visible. What still lids up your eyes to me? In the sun that is always rising, I should hear you fly and wake to me Shape my images around your songs Lip me the softest call I would surely hear you You could not know what swift flying I would make to you Let us speak think of those days not long dead Quickly, give me a hint you could follow where I could go Xiaoyee is a teacher at City Harvest Education Centre. You can email her at xiaoyee@chec.edu.sg
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