vanishing acts
The waves were awash with golden light
the day you were born, my brother
wherever you went the wind followed
A song for each leap of your soul.
No one noticed when the tide turned
and took your smile with it
but like the doomed mermaid
you touched land and never looked back.
Now a hundred and twelve years have passed
and the sky is askew with dead stars.
The moon’s howls boring a hole in the sea
where no songs can ever be loved.
Is that where you’ve gone, my brother?
issue 01 | nur ilyanna mohd shaharul