Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

Who left you there –

a starfish on the shore

where waves retired,

exposing rocks bare,

jagged bones aglare

with memes, themes

of smiles long gone?

Who stood you up –

baby chubby tentacles

pale, passive, politely

pointing to moonlight

dripping from the sky,

waiting for high-fives

from owls passing by?

For her return – your

dainty doppelganger,

a shadow split, meek,

missing in action of

thrilling adventures,

applauding new lives

and new civilisations.

Keep on wriggling –

each new dawn, every

sunset, solar eclipse

calming the mewling

kittens curling around

pillows, dreaming of

hugs, kisses and cakes.