Lost Poem A restless wanderer
He travels...
Aimlessly, without direction...

Engulfed in his thoughts
of nothingness, of emptiness
Faces passes by, but he doesn't see them
Everything blurred, nothing existent

He feels he is in transient,
between this world and the next
emotionless, featureless
without comprehension

Somewhere elsewhere
a gentle sobbing
she cries herself to sleep again..
her pillow wet with tears

She wonders why
such injustice and confusion
the pain that she endures
the endless tribulation

As he roams the streets
his senses are nulled
he has no vision, no direction
no purpose, no satisfaction

And yet he is suddenly enraptured
by a magnificient sight
skyscrapers against the night sky
shining in the twilight

Gentle wawves lashes the coast
A salty sea breeze materialises
Gently blowing, gently lulling
a stark contrast to the cityscape ,its surrounding

He hears his name being called
a gentle whiper, beckoning him
coaxing, cajolling, persuading him
like the cyrens of legends of yore

from the water he came
and to the water he returns
slowly, he takes the plunge
he feels warmth as the water engulfs him, swallowing him...

Finally, without worries
Finally, without fear
His heart now calm
His soul at ease...

ever since young, i've had an affinity to water....i don't know why...i just like being around water...maybe it was due to the fact that i lived near the sea....i still remember the many hours spent at my grandfather's swimming pool when i was much younger, of the time spent at the naval base's swimming pool as well.....

Kelvin is a celtic name..which means man from the water, or man who lives by the river. From the water he came, to the water he will return....  ¶ 9:35 PM