When You Came... Poem by Antonio Liao

wept out from the ocean,
as the wave of loneliness frolic
on the desire of emptiness,
anchored in the stock file
of solid surrender where I go

gone somewhere
the vast sand I seat
waiting in a distance sight of
a fairy land, only a whisper
of the wind carve my destiny the
wishing echo of where
I belong can stay with me

until the sweet dunes blown
facing that I never want to meet,
a chilled laughter
calling my dream to wake
as if they want me to take before
I almost go

you might as well have found dearest
one, but thanks its
over the night have already gone...