Across Borders: From a Malaysian’S Perspective

By Ursula Wooden

My poems mirror my true identity. They make me transparent. The topics covered are a spontaneous response to anything that catches my attention, and moments of reminiscing of the past and the present. I have tried to capture color and movement as I am an art enthusiast, and moods that swing in with the changing seasons. The Malaysian and the American landscape and my travels to other foreign destinations provided the backdrop for my work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493177042

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Copyright © 2014 by Ursula Wooden.

ISBN:                  Softcover                              978-1-4931-7705-9

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Rev. date: 05/21/2014

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CONTENTS

I am the Child of my Love

When The World Sleeps

Dreams For The Dreamer

The Colors Of Fall

Little Rebel

Why Court Love?

Sibling Rivalry

Arise

Look Out

Success

Alone

Lost love

Shadowland

Making Sense

Nature’s Carnival

Giles

Sunrise

My Dog, My Friend

Do You See?

Don’t Despair

Forest Survivors

Winter

The Trees, How They Tease

Black Gold

Egg-Hunter

Python

Mean Machine

Gilbert And Ella

A Voice In The Desert

Playdate

Missionaries

Prodigies

Carrion Pickers

Flying Foxes

Tolerance

‘Pasar Malam’

Waiting Room

Dark Caves

Ganges Sunrise

You’ll Never See Me Cry!

Third Eye

The Land Of Sheep

How Do You Eat… ?!

Friends

The Dance Of The Fireflies

I AM THE CHILD OF MY LOVE

In the sweet and impelling silence,

when all resistance ceases,

when my senses are frozen,

when reality gives way to truth,

when all illusion is disposed and exposed,

I will be still.

In the realm of ethereal goodness,

dare I to venture for solace,

to drink freely,

without cost and restraint,

to shed all composure,

to stare with naked eyes

at all that is laid bare.

My earthly sojourn,

so brief and tempestuous,

yet in the portals of eternity

an impact of no small consideration.

Adrift on the waves of childish frolic

I drop my anchor.

I have reached port.

The arms of my love.

For His child, am I.

WHEN THE WORLD SLEEPS

When the pall of night,

like a curtain,

is drawn over the glowing ball of sunset,

the world negotiates

the bed chambers of her inhabitants

where all creatures to their rest, will turn.

Man and beast

to sleep, is solace.

The trees too,

at rest, and not a stirring.

As night to darkness quickly descends,

and to rest, all weary limbs,

the balm of sleep doth heal and mend

each tired limb and weary mind.

The world is at rest