secrets
in the breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
things in its bossom
secrets
in the breeze
leaves flutter
in smart sequence
beating a drum
of contentment
that soon heaven would open to shower rain
secrets
fishes in the sea,
of all colours and sizes
shells, prawns, crabs,
corals, sand, sludge
and volcanic cracks
the fortunate ones
get to the gills of a few, turn the tide
of history, personal
or otherwise
the rest
they lie in the crevices,
chambers of
the human heart
- for good, for bad
breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
the secrets it harbours
leaves burst in laughter
from its whisper
that soon heaven
would cool the day
secrets
the graves finally
claim them
- sealed and eaten up
to skeletal remains
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-21/
