TIDES

The Yeti (David Cheng, BIPH)

The sea rose,

The sea fell;

She arrived and left with countless sea shells.

They brought no memories;

just moments,

and colorless images.

The crowd came,

The crowd went.

They arrived and left with unuttered concent.

They aren't charged with felonies;

Just denial,

And long-forgotten dreams.

I stepped into the waves,

Seeking for an unknown something;

Maybe a trace,

Or a longed for cleansing.

To wash away the colorless thoughts

And unwanted feelings,

So I can reach for the clouds

And offer them meaning.

-But perhaps,

They did not understand;

For they offered me darkness - it started raining.

I ignored the slight patters,

I pushed through the gathering winds;

But just as everything quieted,

Ss I rejoiced in the peace I expected,

Everything exploded.

It was a storm, a hurricane, a catastrophe;

Rain, thunder, voices…

- I gasped and floundered;

Memories, seashells, faces…

- I flailed and struggled.

Surely, everything will be alright;

Surely, all will be over soon;

Surely, it wasn't my … …

But it was.

It was my fault.

It was my naive wish that led to this result.

Nothing came.

Nothing to consult.

I knew not colors when I painted the clouds.

The non-stop rain,

No words to shout;

Amongst the thunder, no words would leak out.

My eyes were heavy,

And the question for now:

Were those my bruises,

Or were those your frowns?

The sea rose,

The sea fell;

She arrived and left with soundless yells.

They had no angriness;

Just healed scars,

And childish helplessness.

The storm came,

The storm went;

It arrived and left with shapeless torment.

It built no bravery;

Just broken minds,

And fearful wariness.

I woke with unease,

To find a cloudless sky;

With warm rays of peace,

To melt the nightmare fright.

I drank in the colors,

- Beautiful blue and white;

Praying it's not a dream,

- That was last night.

It maybe only a dream,

May it only be a dream.

Or may all have the colors

To paint the cloudy skies.