Glint Poem by Norchel Tingson

Winter seasons, sunlight’s coming,
Summer falls and twilights gone
Darkness remains conscious in the mind,
Without a conception of its absence,
A certain opening behind those woods
Cannot even take a glimpse on it
Secrecy as it is,
Possesses a number of nothing
Though he holds the vision and will-power,
It divulges no remedy
Pain relies on him
As if it would direct to the depth of his lot.
Flashes of clamor chains the flow of waves
Drawing nearer and nearer to him
It haunts him to the utmost part
Of the crooked path he had chosen
Chased by the haste of grinning storms
He seeks the narrow road within those hazy gates
As I gaze to the very tip of his eyes
That bears misery and grief,
I sense his sudden downfall to the dimmest pit of earth.
Searched for the waters
That led to the rivers and seas,
He discovers himself in vacancy.
And so his escape from the bore lingers.
Awakened and freed from the bondage of guilt,
I found myself next to him in the same boat.
I was in a state of shock.
Threatened,
Nervous,
Startled,
Overwhelmed with sorrow
I procure the surge of his emotions.
Until to this very instant of time,
I am conveying his burden inside me.
We ended being caged
Could not flee from the ravages we had caused.


(November 14,2007)