The Other Shore Poem by Eleven Lin

In my childhood I always stood tiptoe to have a glance
At the other shore but in vain in the distance.
From then I made up my mind to sail in the future
To fight against the fierce waves azure.

Now that the wistle of the ship beckons me,
Luring me to smell the aroma of the sea.
Washing the face with waves has become my habit.
All my uncertainties has gone to where birds inhabit.

The voyage ahead is full of unkown dangers,
But there is always a firm belief in dreamers.
My tenderness has been gradually washed away.
And I begin to sail in the wind without any delay.

After each storm the sky will again turn blue,
In which all my memories are running through.
Bathed in the hue which is almost transparent,
The sky sees his reflection in the sea, no different.

Again the sun shines on the ship in the morning.
The once bitter sea water now tastes like sweet drinking.
Most of the time the situation is severe and risky,
But to me it is no more than the prelude of the symphony.

In the journey through the past to the future,
I must grasp hard the compass in my heart mature.
For it will lead me to the right direction
To the other shore beyond any imagination.