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You sing a song and I listen,
A liquid voice of a purling river

I don’t understand yet I continue to listen
Every word wrapped in your feeling
floats in the space between us
then rush towards me like a confluence of emotions,
for a while
memories swirl like dry leaves in air.

Memories of love deeper than our thoughts
like a soft shadow of a mist over the half-revealed mountains and rice fields,
I feel its moist embrace,
so green and so fresh like the touch of your skin
very close to the earth.

Then that too also dies.
I lay in a trance of blissful silence
where thoughts disappear in a great solitude,
only a longing remains
like a harvest song.
and my heart floats in a stillness
full yet so empty.

Then I see others,
their lips moving singing a voiceless song with us.
A single mother with her baby girl in a pink dress
A taxi driver with his friends
A farang with his Issan lady
and us, two unknown lovers,
we all have a life beyond this place, beyond this evening
yet we are together tonight to sing a song,
in a moment of celebration.

We come out after the song
Outside, a paper thin silver moon is itched against an inky sky
I say “It’s a full moon night”
You just smile
Your smile, a gentle echo of your song fills my soul
We walk together holding each other’s hand as silent as a passing thought
“I can feel your song, it will remain within me like a cold candle flame” I say
Suddenly I shudder as you vanish in a shroud of milky moon light
The rustle of wind carries your voice “I am there within you”
“Yes you are” I say

 

 

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