john tiong chunghoo

Song Of The Waves

the wind beats against me,
the wave garners a strength
lifts itself, roars, rolls over
crushing over the beach.
we too did the same;
so much joy then.
the sea reminds
me of a time
when our hearts beat as one,
when our dream was the same.
but like the waves
they break as soon
as they hit land
and subside
to a sigh of despair
bubbles, suds that
soon burst into nothingness.
The only substance that reminds
me of my existence now are my tears
the relentless wind fails to dry

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 24, 2005

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  • Linda Preston (3/24/2005 11:06:00 AM)

    I think John is very much a nature poet -and I love the gentleness of his poems.

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