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Sea-Song

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Listen. Hear no sounds but wandering waves
pressing lips of ocean's mass upon the shore.
Whisper, of seafloor romance, abandoned storms and graves
buried undercurrent. Watch: I leave my moors

of footprints upon the wet sand-bed
like it were My bed, owned without a name
for waves'll wash all away. Nothing dead
escapes life's beds of sand: not love's flame

ignited in crimson blush of setting sun
reflected in sea of sky near horizon.
I wield that fire of desire. The birds too, won
over by homegoing to nestmate -- daughter; son.

Listen. Days of water-watching spent by gold
shores, catching nothing but returning ships,
marveling nothing but the sparkling waters' cold
lips pressing our shores: the comeback of friendships

in wending to watch the ocean-sights alone,
remembering nights our stay there, grieving
her ex-love gone like seawater over stone...
in this church of echoes, I sighed my leaving.
for Tracy Xin Xin, an ex-flame of mine.
© 2011 - 2024 xiaodanxd
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Agnes-Arelia's avatar
Both the imagery and the flow of this poem seemed perfect to me. I really enjoyed reading it. :)