Today I write a poem in the sand.
Each word, each line, composed to muse the day,
but come the waves to wash my words away.
I sigh. My vanished poem lies there, bland.
My love songs once displayed on shore of land,
to soften strong bouquet of spume and sprays
across the shore, must linger on their wayv and sing to me, my verse beyond the strand.

I pray the strife of life, be like my dear
sad poems nuked by savage waves. No more
excites the heated mind but brings it peace.
A burden of a past, a pain, a tear
we leave forever on the ocean floor
and walk anew, our cares in sweet release.

Agatha Lai
Kudat, Sabah, Malaysia