Amidst the great silence
our silent breaths
and full of happiness
On moonlit paths of our sighs
as we drove down town,
I remember
our long conversations
those were no celebrations
full of adorations
it was just like a celebration though
My sincere thoughts are going now to you
If I could be there again
Just for a couple of minutes
My heart leaps up again,
nothing would be in vain
This is no dirge nor devotion, my dear,
but true admiration….
This is a translation of the poem
Stiltes….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan