Silent game

Imagine
A ballerina dancing in tears,
A pelican singing a grievous song.
The drizzle in the night.

If your pain be endless, mine is silent.
But the damned soul cowers and melts and evaporate,
in the disparacy in status and seemingly in the sin,
For which servant has the shame and nerve to speak
of her grief and lovesickness to her master,
and dares to yearn for sympathy?
A good servant knows of when to sink and become part of the background,
gracefully.
Viola was at the mercy of Olivia.
For Orsino has neither eyes nor heart,
for anyone but the beautiful countess of his kingdom.
But alas.

In a place,
where my heart dwells,
the place,
where flowers bloom and fragrance stays.
But in such a flowery place,
my only hope must become my only grave.
For how would the sunshine know
all the flowers that it has bloomed?
If the sun would only shine upon a single flower,
then the world would know of true love.
The light is eternal
The wind dies and rebuild
But a flower must be doomed to wilter
when the day is through.
Alas, for such a short-lived being,
the flower has never least enjoyed the company of its light,
though a fragment of it it only receives,
and carelessly given,
heartlessly dispensed,
it is but the source of life,
the heart of dreams,
the stem of happiness.

p.s. a pelican has no voice.
I republished selected posts because I sort of miss my old blog. I never did quite account for the deletion of all the previous posts but I feel I must be responsible to the few friends who read my blog. Hence, the reason why I removed everything is because I felt my pride was challenged. It takes alot from me, to post things that I would not speak of to people verbally. And one silly day, I decided change to a new template and start everything anew. But under my hard surface =x, I still cant but miss the old things.