Sing Your Chant

memory poem



The day is the yellow of a sun.
And the sky is smiling back
through lands and grass
as green as thousands emeralds
and the beach is kissed by waves
as blue as million sapphires.
Summer… sing your chant!

Beneath eaves of tomorrow
and longings of future kisses.
Deep and dark is thy sorrow-
hidden, shy, acid-like, burning
your soul, flesh and mind.
No one can see, no can hear!

Or feel this devastating fear-
of dying and decaying hopes;
of unconquered hills and peaks;
of slippery and sheer slopes.
When one falls and falls…

And there’s no turning back.
Lost… dead with all dreams,
memories and summer nights.



photograph by Bagus Chufron

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