Yosemite

Yosemite

By May Kwek

There is a place carved by glaciers

That no one knew was there

It grew wild and unfettered

With freedom in the air

It was hidden away for eons

This temple of nature grand

Locked away for ages

From the sight of man

No one thought to look

For such a place could not exist

Such a place, so remote

It was easy to miss

But to see it, to discover it

Is worth every trouble to get there

For the place breathes of magic

And it lingers in the air

To see the brilliant Yosemite falls

Glide down to the earth

Like wisps of smoke slowly descending

While singing of the day with mirth

Then to go closer

Simply stop and stare

Hear the roar of the water

As the spray flies up to the air

To stand simply amazed

As the roaring falls transforms into a river

That weaves its way through the forest

As though strolling but even slower

And to hear the laughter of that river

As it skips over rocks and stones

Is to drink the deepest contentment

That I have ever known

But then to look up and stare

Uncomprehending at the mountains

At the glistening snow that powders it

And the musical silence, listen!

Listen to the song of the mountains

The majesty that fills your soul

The harmonizing of the trees

Upturns all beauty you have known

And to see the same snow on Half dome

Winding paths for you through the forest

Where as you walk the sweet singing of birds

Can be heard from amongst the trees caress

And the clear Merced river

As it silently flows

With water as clear as crystal

And the river bed shows

Oh but what are these words

But a lone lamp compared to the day

For some things make you catch your breath

But this takes it away

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Christmas' Song

Christmas' Song

By May Kwek

Oh rejoice it is Christmas!

The brightest day of the year

Even if not apparent in the sky

Our hearts are filled with cheer!

There is a song in the air

It has been singing since the morn

Can you hear what it is saying?

That the Savior is born!

Oh it is a grand old song

That has been played for thousands of years

But on Christmas day

Is when it seems near

It is a song that fills my heart

That adds a spring in my step

A joy that can’t be torn apart

That for a year has slept

This song that rises through the air

And fills the hearts of men

Seeks out their hurts and then

Slowly helps them mend

This joy that makes one want to sing

To jump into the sky and take wing

This is the joy of the Christmas morn

It is the joy that the Savior is born!

This is what makes Christmas Christmas

More than any Christmas tree

More than a truck load of presents

Tucked under the tree

More than traditions and dinners

And laughter with family

Not that these aren't important

But none can make me as happy

As the joy

That my Savior's birth has given

That one day soon

We will be with him in heaven

And that thanks to his gift

We shall never be apart

And for that Christmas’s joy

Shall ever be in my heart!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Forest Melody

Forest Melody

By May Kwek

The forest melody is high and shrill

It speaks of a life ever in a thrill

As wild as the distant hills

Lived only through force of will

Its song lasts long into the night

And is renewed with the morning light

It’s only ever heard, it’s never in sight

But yet seems mysterious and bright

It is sung by the lingering breeze

The ever swaying, whispering trees

By the birds hiding amongst the leaves

And the rippling forest streams

It is heard by all with ears

Both the young and old in years

Some find in it safety and others fear

For either way the forest in near

For it sings of life in the tree’s shadows

Of its many highs and many lows

Of the dances meant just for show

And fights for one’s life to hold

And forever will the forest melody be sung

As it has since the forest first begun

Of life springing in the sun

And resting when the day is done

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Lady Storm

Lady Storm

By May Kwek

Lady Storm is walking through

Her head as high as the clouds

Ominous, dark and thick as a blanket

Harbinger of doubts

Lightning flashes from her eyes

And they are shockingly bright

She roars in anger and in pain

Till the day is as dark as night

Her tears fall like rain of arrows

Falling through the air

And drapes around her like a fine veil

As delicate as a hair

And as she glides through the town

It sways with each step

Swooshing like a curtain in the wind

In the middle of an afternoon nap

But oh how she cries and cries

As she has ever since she was born

So mind where you go and mind where you sleep

And watch out for Lady Storm

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Pirate treasure

Pirate treasure

By May Kwek

Something lost something found

Something buried underground

Something that glitters something gold

Something that has men’s hearts in its hold

Something pure something tainted

Something worth less than it’s measured

Something stolen something given

Something of hell something of heaven

Something left beneath the sand

Something passed from hand to hand

Something of cost something free

Something of land something of sea

Something belonging to kings and queens

Something of the wildest dreams

Something of the twinkling night sky

Something of the sun blazing high

Something something, beneath the sand

Something something, a treasure map at hand

Something something, that we hope to see

Something something, that the foolish think is free

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Fire in the night

Fire in the night

By May Kwek

It was a perfectly ordinary evening

That faded to a perfectly ordinary night

Inside some were sleeping

Or reading by the lamp light

Then there came a perculiar smell

That we couldn’t quite place

It smelled to me like incense

But there was none in this place

In vain we searched

All around the room

Then turned to the window and found

Smoke obscuring the moon

Dimly we seemed to hear

The calls of “Fire!”

So we left our home quickly

To see what was the matter

But when we reached the lowest floor

It was a horror that we found

Flames that blazed out like a serpent’s tongue

Hell on earth not underground

Like a river of flames

It gushed out from the window

Flickering, leaping

As the frame melted and broke

And fell glowing red

On to the ground

Oh how some screamed

At that sight and sound

Rising ever higher 

The flames vaporised to smoke

As black as the night that surrounded it

To choke out any hope

Then some sank like whispers

Closer to the ground

And I felt the heat of the fire

Though I was seven floors down

And around me a hoard had gathered

And we stared and stared

Others whipped up phones and cameras

And their hopes and fears shared

Little children clung on to their mothers

Their faces drawn with worry and fear

And their mothers knowing without words

Quietly drew them near

And the fire continued to blaze

A bright inferno in the night

And sent down showers of glass and metal

To all watching by its light

It was horrific, beastly and terrible

As was the scar it left

A woman crying silently

At the fire’s theft

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek