Near the RiverNear the RiverThere is a silent village near the riverIt flowers with a beautiful peopleThe summer sun shares its bountyTheir nature grows pure and strongThis river flows from distant mountainsIts clear water teems with watery lifeThe fishermen pursue them every dayA life of joy is their only mission.Summer blends to autumn againA quiet evening binds them with hopeThe harvest has defeated winter againUnited in joy, united in love.But now, this brilliant town has been lost.Only the idea of glowing beauty is leftHowever, my heart knows that happy villageIts memory pursues my soul into tomorrow.March 12, 1991William W. Smith
SmashSmash.No matter.The world turns.A bird sings again.Can words fill my mind?I wait for the sky’s renewal.My heart is broken by fate’s blade.Suddenly I see the waters stir and boil.What can I do now that I am lost?The pool of life is spinning me as I drown.I wait for a hand to pull me out.My eyes grow dark and I sleep.The light begins to shine again.I have found a home.I am not alone.The door opens.I smile.Laughter.W. Wayne B.March 21, 2014
Did you really forget me?As I lie down in my bed, I still have one question on my mind.Did you really forget me?I wish I could see you and hear your voice just one more time.Remember that people never wanted us to be together,But we always whispered on the phone that we love one another.You were perfect for me.I remember when my closest friend told me she didn't think we would last long.I never believed her, and I always thought she was wrong.Until that day moment came when you made me cry.You said it was your parents who did deny.You said we could only be friends until the moment was right.But just answer my question, did you really forget me?Yes or No? I just want an answer.Until then, I will think of myself in a rosebush.The rest of the beautiful flowers were picked by their sweethearts.Except for me, a black rose with a weak heart.