And....? Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Friends say
in their own way
I will rise in transcendence
In what kind of importance?

frankly admitted, I don´t know what it means
not that easy as cooking rice and beans
hypothetically said
is this definite yet?

so you can not see me anymore
kiss me before it's too late, we adieu con amor
tell me your lies non-stoppingly,
hereafter, either you or me, cannot see

do it, before you regret, just up-to-date
this looks like a vision of late
do it before you regret, it is indeed so sad
thinking of what they say, makes me truly mad
I can never meet you anymore, come what may
speak, then I can hear you now, we depart con amor
let love be as it was, is and will never be any more
as it used to be despite your infidelity
the future is yours….I see….
but IF I may say now,
due to your departure, my mood becomes so low

Time lies in God´s Hands
so about that friends said I will rise in transcendence
it is their thoughts, perhaps their plans
believe me, dear friends, please understand
that time lies in His Hands….


con Amor means: with love

Photograph by Sylvia Frances Chan: "Alkitab" means The Bible in Indonesian.

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AD. Tuesday the 3rd of DEC 2013-
@ 13.13 hrs P.M. West-European Time-
Coincidentally written on my bro-in-law´s BirthDay: Happy BirthDAY, Koen! Come what may….

AD. Saturday the 17th of February 2018-
@ 8.08 hrs. A.M. West-European Time.4 C. degrees below zero. Severely cold. In reality, it feels like 10 C. degrees. Happy BirthDay, dear Esmeralda! Coincidentally published on her birthday.