Enfold me all embracing arms of sleep,
Soul silent gliding down the winding stair.
A long descent into the lightless deep,
To drown in dreams of sadness and despair.
Atop the barren cliff I stand alone,
Everything I've known and loved a lie.
I watch the surf pound endlessly on stone,
And seagulls turn and tumble in the sky.
Upon the wind a silent whisper's borne,
A million answers to the question why.
Paths not taken alternatives forgone,
Hopes that died and plans that went awry.
Clouds stained pink streak low above the sea,
As the world turns in the cold void of space.
Out of place in the scheme of things to be,
I Fall to my knees and hands cover my face.
A Walk By The Seaside
Hand in hand we walked along the beach,
Leaving footprints on the shore.
Yours beside mine,
Mine beside yours.
Fleeting impressions in the sand,
For the neverending tide of time,
Washes them away again.
How long must I suffer the thunder,
Of a thousand voices in the crashing waves,
Calling out your name!
Retracing my steps I find,
Only empty, crushed shells.
No sign that we walked here,
No proof you were once mine.
Ripples in the Pool of Thought
Sitting by this mossy bank,
Casting pebbles one by one.
Ripples in the pool of thought,
Spreading as the cares I brought,
Flee like shadows from the morning sun.
Panning by the stream of time,
Stirs cobwebs from my memories.
Experience spun this gossamer lace,
Melting on my hands and face,
Slips silent through my fingers like a breeze.
Song of Memory
Love of mine come sing to me,
A poignant tune of memory.
For days are short and nights are long,
So fill the darkened hours with song,
Of springs and summers come and gone,
And autumns when the leaves are shorn,
From trees that line the avenue,
Where first we met and all was new,
When nights were short and days were long,
And lovers filled the air with song.
Love Lost
Without remorse it plays once more,
Those echoes from the past restore,
Regret and doubt to plague me for,
I lost the one that I adore,
Whilst trapped in senseless ecstasy,
Blinded so I could not see,
How much you really meant to me,
Now no more than a memory,
If only I had one last chance,
Five minutes just for one last dance,
To watch you as your eyes entrance,
My captivated soul.
Copyright 2001 Yap Chen Kuang (Choppy)