Blue Tide

It feels so near
as if touching with my fingertips
sands twisting and whirling
mixture of seashells and rain

Disheveled memories launch long boats
floating on low tides
some flimsy seaweeds tremble
taking their last breath
slowly dragged on the beach

A girl is running alone on the sea wall
just before rain
red maple leaves drop on her shoulders
swept away towards waves
her dreams swim behind in a blue sky

(Large theaters close their gates
headless stones sculpted by winds
unmask a calm smile)

In this passage season
among chaste shadows and lights
stars separate the ocean
from its shores

Categories: My Poems in 2009 | Tags: , , , | Leave a comment

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