The Waves

I’ll ride the stormy waves

More than a fish I shall swim

More than dad I shall dream

To seek warm and bright shores

And eat new and expensive oysters.

How…?

Why…?

Where…?

When…?

Questions stuffed in my pocket,

Answers left for my teachers

And for my little pet.

I don’t give a damn

If my dream turns upside down.

I am an old, determined man not a teen.

My dad, worried and pale,

Refused to sing with my fiddle.

My mum, weepy and shocked,

Has no say to tell.



I assure them that my life

Is beyond the waves.

I assure them that I love

My little den.

But it’s too, too hard to live in.

I promise that I’ll return

With a black big car or an expensive van,

More expensive than my uncle’s

More, much more comfortable than our neighbor's.

I swear that I’ll let

Dollars clap hands in my pocket

And gold shine in my mum’s hands.

I swear that’ll build

A five-story house overlooking

The beach and poking the envious eyes.



One day, when stars wedded to the dark

And people walked in dreamlands,

A disguised man ordered the start.

Cold and fearful

I closed my eyes and rode the waves.

The little crowded life float was wriggling

Successfully through.

A lot of questions were merging eerily

With the horrors coming

Out of the waves!

Out of the waves!

In my sleep, I dreamt of

A white long cloth coating the waves;

And I was dancing and singing.

Far away, mum was weeping and sobbing.

Seagulls and swans were immersed in a prayer.

The grinding waves stopped blowing on the shore.