Ulek Mayang

seven leaves swept asunder in a tumultuous and roaring wave a sea of longing is played, replayed this emptiness of night the moon and sea are a pair of star crossed lovers in a futile grasp of reality they hold onto the flickers of thoughts in each other's bossom; an unrequited love swept in a luminuous tide of make-believe - - the moon reposes in a sea of hope, the sea lets its fate be guided by the light - - it holds onto the tail of the moon in a dance of grief that has for so long crossed their way the leaves grovel in a churning wheel of fate under the gentle glow of lace spun by the moon they are taken out to sea again and again in a ferocious tide that whispers, whistles, sighs and roars to broadcast a destiny torn and swept in separate ways - - never to be seen again