I see that the river is dry,
dead fish decay on the sand
Now the coral in the reef has stopped growing
Losing its rainbow colors,
turning white—cement like
The rain tree is shredding leaves now—naked
The soil is evaporating its moisture
—becoming dust like
Desert— sand—dry—dead.
Our world, our dreams
from dark green has faded yellow,
then orange, the edges of the leaf turn brown,
brown wins, it finally crumbles
the leaf into soil.
Her eyes are the rain,
the drops of despair,
Those oxygen and hydrogen bonds
contain salt from the ocean
In her eyes, her tears are the guilt that soaks
in my clothes and enter my skin
into my veins, into my heart,
troubling my brain, my soul.
Just like that, the string broken,
the wind won the kite,
There is no control now,
have mercy the wind, have mercy
for that alcohol treats but cannot heal
this weary feeling, this stain,
the complains in this heart.
The bond, the understanding,
the taste, the passion,
the two hour phone calls,
the excitement of meeting gone.
this broken bridge rusts scars deep
just like that, we drown, we drown.
