Yi Sang's inspired stumps: Entry #2.
At the crack of dawn you crawl
under my blankets and into my bed
To embrace me in the sunlight
Of yet another solemn day.
By noon you lie restful on my lounge
My relentless, winsome muse
So that you could watch me dearly
As I painted a portrait of you.
Tea time comes and you sit parallel
To me in that empty seat at our table
Where you idly stir your cold black tea
And in silence we sat still.
The sun sets; a vibrant orange horizon
Illuminates you face as you wipe
Away the tears on my cheek, although
Such tears were your doing.
In the midst of night you lay beside me
Quietly in bed with that whimsical smile
As the new moon sits in the sky,
with all her stars on us.
I am content, dearest solitude, for
if nothing in this world were to pay me mind,
You will be beside me laughing joyously
With that hollow, distant voice.