Blue Tides

A poem about fall tides

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