Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 105

So many trials
A hum of thrill
Resonates inside me
Quaking the air around me
Trembling, the clouds surround me
The man sets down his pen
The shaft warm from exercise
Radiating off heat in waves
Caught from the lingering palm
The brush droops tiredly
And man slumps exhaustedly
Leans back
And lets the weight of eyelids
Fall and shut him in embracing darkness
I shall visit his dreams soon
Go to his mind and
Voyage the land of fancy
Yet for now
I stand above the man and his novel
And immerse myself
In the sea of my companions
Written on scrolls of white plains
The words touch my soul
As I let myself float back to the heavens
The feeling imprinted
Engraved
Captivated
In my very being
Flimsy cotton clouds
Ripple and flow
Benea