once i have <br />established <br />a solid faith <br />but now i stand <br />faint hearted <br />blown by the wind <br />a statue picking dust <br />in the open <br />that would shine <br />glitter with <br />just a swish <br />of your hands <br />this multi-faceted world <br />leaving me <br />floating, sinking, <br />fainting, laughing, <br />weeping, crying, <br />like in the middle of the sea <br />all the metaphors <br />that you could seek <br />of a troubled life <br />swirling in your mind <br />in the water <br />calm facade <br />stormy swishy mass, <br />crushing tsunami <br />the gods, the devils <br />that trail <br />my mental world <br />a sea of anguish, loss <br />seeking a truth <br />a needle in the ocean <br />they call the almighty <br /> <br />inspired by: <br /> <br />After Years <br /> <br />Today, from a distance, I saw you <br />walking away, and without a sound <br />the glittering face of a glacier <br />slid into the sea. An ancient oak <br />fell in the Cumberlands, holding only <br />a handful of leaves, and an old woman <br />scattering corn to her chickens looked up <br />for an instant. At the other side <br />of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times <br />the size of our own sun exploded <br />and vanished, leaving a small green spot <br />on the astronomer's retina <br />as he stood on the great open dome <br />of my heart with no one to tell.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-years-3/
