The Tear Fairy’S Jar

By Zaneta Heng

The Music Box

Claire de Lune
was our tune

our embrace
a faded trace

your music is missing
i twirl alone

no companion
im on my own

Yang went
Yin stayed
You left
and I died

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Jun 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543741803

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Love

L-O-V-E, this magical and damned four lettered word. What is it all about? And why does it make the world go round? How can an innocuous little germ of love cause so much elation and when it is gone leave a vacuum as vast as the grave? Why does love have to hurt so bad?

I explore this little word in my poems, having gone through the highs and lows of love, although I have to admit, there have been many more lows than highs.

What I have felt in my heart, I turn into words, and use as material to craft my poems.

I have always been a believer of love, and I remain as one, hopeful yet tempered from my many experiences; a starry-eyed explorer with heart open wide.

Fear not Fire

Be not afraid to love, my dear,

for love always triumphs over fear.

Be not afraid to dream, my darling,

For dreams soar over all things.

Be not afraid to want, my love,

For my heart is yours for the keeping,

And waters cannot quench my fire.

Just the Way You Are

I like you just the way you are –

you’re grey,

and unchanging,

and everything I’m not.

You do my bidding,

I call the shots.

Everyone’s coloured;

you’re all the grey I’ve got.

We must never lose you

or we’ll be in a spot

we must never lose you

or we will die and rot.

You’re steadfast and solid and never afar;

And that’s why I like you –

Just the way you are.

The Dancing Flower and the Rock

There once bloomed a dancing flower

She bloomed in fuchsia and in green

And once upon a summer’s day

Her scent swished by unseen

A rock stood solidly in place

a serious, pensive, solid rock

he thought about grave things all day

and thought it useless – fun and play

One morn he lifted up his nose

and took a whiff towards the coast

A fragrance swished by soothingly

And caught him by surprise

The sea, the waves, a fuchsia flower?

What thing had grabbed him with such power?

For wild and wavy he would not

try venture from his comfy spot

he thought

But day by day the flower she beckoned

he saw her in his dreams

So when the sun came out that day

he tracked the bubbling streams

he gazed upon this glorious bud

and marked a cross upon his heart

that he would love and care and hold

until eternity unfold

And so he watched her like a guard

he watched with tender care

he learnt to read her like a card

and kept her in his prayers

A butterfly flew by on cue

And caught this beauty’s eye

She followed him onto a rock,

How do you do Rock! Hi!

"I’m doing very fine thank you

And how ’bout you, Annetta?"

"I’m doing great! I’m