My China Lady
My China Lady ventured
Beneath the path of a golden moon.
She crept down the winding hill
Until reaching the edge of a dune.
I could not cry out to her
And give warning the danger ahead.
Only she can comprehend
The deity of the vow we said.
When first I met the Lady
I wanted blindly my life to end;
So many tears had been cast
Searching in vain for a lifetime friend.
China porcelain you know
Will shatter and quickly break with ease;
The Lady's heart so gentle
Must be guarded by silent decrees.
Across the dune my love waits
As I step into the sandy mist;
The loneliness fades away,
My lips so blessed by the Lady's kiss.
© Jaymista 2001