tidal wave 5

by Ky Lim

 

killing time under the starry night

blend with the moon that makes it shine so bright

the fireball coming from the galaxy

that was the first time they let my eyes see

 

few meters away from that wooden bridge

so cold in the beach like we’re on the fridge

the cans of beer, our ways of escaping

dropped off the heady-feeling of working.

 

the clock had striked 3 in the morning

within my eyesight a man was coming

he reached for our hands and told us his name

butterflied belly i had when he came

 

sunday it was on the 8th day of May

meteor and him on that very first day

special start of changing my whole

spare of hope to wait for that fireball.