Notebook

This  is not about Nicholas Sparks' novel The notebook, in fact I wrote this before "The Notebook" became popular. This is about my brother who was in love, and no one knew it... .


Notebook


A mere notebook
Just lying around
Waiting to be found
No one cares to take a look

No one knows
What secret it holds
Except for the one who knows
That piece of notes

I stumbled upon it
Out of boredom
I scanned through it
Found a letter addressed to no one

There I saw an unfinished poem
I began reading it
I had no doubt who wrote it
On his face, it's never shown

"I won't climb mountains for you
I won't swim oceans for you
But I can catch you a butterfly"
My heart's tugged by these lines

It never occurred to me
He's capable of thinking it
Much more feeling it
So another person resides in him

It reminded of another notebook
Which I found and took
A line of an unfinished poem again
I knew who wrote it then

"I can touch a thousand flowers
and not give you one"
I knew why, brother
Because you can't afford one

I never saw it in his eyes
I never heard it beyond his silence
Another voice is behind that indifference
And behind those eyes, whirlpool of emotion lies

It's not in his eyes
That the window of his soul lies
In his notebook, it lies
An unlikely place to hide

-------sanzo---------