Benjamin Chiu Uy
The Surges And The Ebbings - Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy
The Surges And The Ebbings
Dawn, the song of the open skies greets the eye,
The night of fleeing ghosts, left their dream,
And you come as disparate as dream and death, and life and service,
Forever dreams may go wild but our life is trudging on with the different cycles of content and discontent,
There will be greater gatherer for straws and fine glass,
There will be a greatness for men that we won't know,
But same as yesterday we become another person,
Another show in this field of ice.
Can't you see the tiptoing ballerinas in their dance for life?
The surges and the ebbings of passions?
Another man with a different point of view.
Another dancing for a voice that we don't know.
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