I’m dragging like an oyster through the shore,
Kissing ocean’s waves with dribbling lips,
I’m crawling back to see the glimpse
Of boiling silence, splashing overseas.
The weight of ocean is clenching lungs against my ribs
As the fires light on sailing ship.
I’m struggling now to get a grip
On empty stones that lead to anchor of eternal grief.
I didn’t even have the time to bade goodbye,
To whisper words that soar my throat
And shall I on the sinking boat,
Meet you at the sunrise on the other ocean’s tide.
My tiny, fragile house of shelf is cracking
Under the pressure of unknown,
I’m gasping through the water’s foam,
As the moonlight is bleeding into my throat.
I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye…
As the mile stretches after mile.
The horizon is blurring, while
A little oyster wishes it had the tears to cry.
