Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 98

Crosslight
Heep Yunn School, Fu, Tsz Tung - 14
I stand in a pool of smoke billowed in murky clouds with sickly scents,
Just like the truth untold in swirling circumvents.
And in this very city that I have always called home,
the authority is about to subdue and curb, catch and chase. The land, meeting its gloam.
There is no future, let alone adventures,
despondency shoots through me like a penetrating arrow. Everything fractures.
And in this solemn silence, I thought of the other ten,
The land of the cities devoid of hope that can never bloom again.
The meaningless notion of visions to which beings are numbed,
But to falter and leverage, they have already succumbed.
Their future is too an unwalkable road,
Where emprise and venture can never be bestowed.
To bystanders, they foresee the future competently,
They see the eleven cities to flourish flamboyantly -
The sumptuous skyscrapers on the horizon’s verge will hold up the sky,
Accentuated by the exhilarating yet busy hum of men going by;
Where futuristic technology will play its magic,
But they’re all the naive and simple – indeed tragic.
As the solacing moon peeks through the mist of tears,
I stopped, I thought. Grazing away my thoughts of fears.
Us, cities of the bay, see the same sky, breathe the same air,
We’re all left in the crossroad, in the dark, waiting for the crosslight to flare.
At the end of the day: What are we but souls that are interconnected,
With our future adventures not to be afflicted.
I breathed in the sights of the city,
Buried in thoughts, but filled with gaiety.
The light that we are waiting for is not out there at all,
It is inside us even when we fail then fall.
Looking up at the varied constellations, I questioned myself our future adventures,
The wind whistled through my hair, echoing me across the pasture:
Our ventures lying ahead is a provocation of defying our own integrity,
A fight of freedom and a flight of audacity,
For what is ahead in our coming times is a trial of valour and resilience,
A challenge of virtue and persistence.
And right, tomorrow brings ebullience yet unknown,
And yes, for the seeds of yearnings that have already been sown.