i try to stretch my neck <br />to see where the river ends <br />only to be jolted by a pain <br />that the furthest my eyes <br />could reach is where <br />the sky meets the river. <br />you are taken by the sky, <br />your shadows gone, <br />claimed by its boundlessness. <br /> <br />i try to gauge how far <br />my voice could reach <br />only to be overwhelmed <br />by angst, that you are <br />too far away, further <br />than this river could reach, <br />too far to be able to <br />hear my sorrow-ridden voice <br />lost in the gush trailing this river. <br /> <br />the river sent you <br />to a neverland, <br />a one way journey <br />that has shuttled my soul <br />between stark reality and <br />self-consoling imaginations. <br /> <br />hopefully you would <br />rise like the vapours <br />to the kingdom above <br />and come down to cool <br />this earth so chokeful of <br />unfulfilled missions and dreams <br />and to send that tide <br />to let me feel the joy <br />that you might just be coming back to me.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-9/
