.where The Occident Meets The Orient (Love Poem) Poem by Charles Wiles (Best Love Poems)

I.

Where the Occident meets the Orient
A tumbling stream does spring
And smiles through snowflakes falling
Do warmth to winter bring.

Soon the stream becomes a river
With the thawing of the snow
And the cherry blossoms mingle
With the lillies in the flow.

Here the incense from the temple
Is carried on the breeze
And the lovers whisper promises
As they lie beneath the trees.

II.

Now a scarlet sun is rising
Over tiles with yellow hue
Where the emerald phoenix dances
With the dragon’s golden blue.

And the white ghost he is laughing
With the princess from the East
In the palace once forbidden
On the bridge in summer heat.

Here the last dead emperor watches
From his shallow wartery grave
And smiles when they are kissing
Remembering better days.

III.

Now the lovers they go cycling
Then climb as time stands still
For the world’s laid out before them
As the sun shines through Moon Hill.

And the river there below them
Is far longer than they knew
For the twists and turns of water
Bring the village into view.

Here the cormorants go fishing
When the moon is out of sight
And the lovers go love making
In the coolness of the night.

IV.

Now the dragon boats are racing
As the drums beat out the pace
And the lovers beer are drinking
In the Mekong evening haze.

And the moon cakes they are eating
Carry secrets they now know
As the lantern light reflected
Beckons on the river flow.

Soon the cyclo driver listens
To the crickets as they ride
For the lovers they are sleeping
Dreaming deeply side by side.

V.

Where the Occident meets the Orient
Is a tumbling stream no more
For the river, it’s still flowing,
But much deeper than before.