rick mobbs' image prompt (2)

Another poem inspired by a Rick Mobbs' painting.

I am a bit tardy with the prompt (blame it on the office work) but still managed one. Better late than never, no?



painting by Rick Mobbs


the lights of my heart


without you
watching these harbour lights
is not the same.
they don't dance
      and skip
like flames
on shimmering skin.
      and
i hear no more
the sounds
of our laughter
skimming across the waters
mingling with the splash
of waves on stone piers,
the boom of foghorns.
now the lights
they just shuffle
as on tired feet,
even the moon
detest to show
its face.


and i could not
point out to you anymore
like an old salty dog,
the coast guard cutter
that's coming home
from a night watch,
the container ship
bringing oil and grain
to feed our city,
those moving lights
are a cruise liner
like a castle on water
brighter than a thousand
christmas trees.

and so

on some
summer nights
like these
when even the breeze
seems cold
and heartbroken

when it was just me
      and the sea

as i look across the waters
on those harbour lights
sometimes i wonder

are you watching
      watching
from the other side.


07/07/08
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 )