East

Leaving the harbour,
The ship then in an instant, will be a distant ship,
leaves a black smoke chimney,
circulates at the sea, at the sky, at the grey sea,
until disappears inside the fog.

At the desert beach, leaving the harbour,
There were soon kisses between lovers,
The wind, the rain, the trees,
And other essential things as the sand.
There is no sun, the invisible ship already gone far away,
And the night comes without seagulls screams.

At this moment I loom at the reality window,
My stare is like the black track of the far away ship,
Heading to a distant end,
A smile that advances looking back to the land,
Missing everything, even the future.

Koi Hui Sio