It Moves On

By: Cavis Chan

Alone on the shore at the end of a pier,

There far far ahead, a carousel amidst the deep blue.

So I took the dock, the sight ahead so queer,

The waters below so clear, as the whistling breeze blew.

Singing to me now, drawing near I saw,

Brimming with vehement nostalgia, I watched in awe.

Red and white canopy, with blinding yellow lights,

Springing to life with a lovely melody, it invites.

And round round I went aboard the merry-go-round.

Perhaps best not stay longer, the world roars on still,

But the world is so quiet, the music here, so sound,

The galloping so gentle, the world so hostile.

I alighted at dusk, when the sun sank into the deep.

Under the fiery amber, the cherry blossoms fell,

Landing softly on the waters, drifting with its swell.

Downy flakes of pink snow, blanketing the blue.

They fell from the heavens carrying a gilded promise.

And I wish for an eternity with this perfect Eden.

But I grieved as it sank,

For the miles and miles ahead.