Net

Net

 
Enveloped with scars  

The impermeable net of mine

When I stare into the distance

My fingers comb the winter

As waves slip through time

 
For saving a few shining shells

I salvage all my life

But I lost the rhythm-breath

Of the ocean tide

Even I bend my devout knee

To worship

I yet can’t keep the wings

From flight

 
Every perfect knot is a cross on the net

Followed with another one

Extremely tight

I give up un-knotting

With my tiring hands

As the fish have been caught

On a foreign land

Before the windy season arrives

 
The lighthouse marks

My last defense

And the surge has walked

Out of the sunset

Slowly I close

My widely opened eyes

From the net’s first opening

I come into the ocean of your heart

And deeply, deeply hide