poetry of the moment

Pen as refuge, paper as friend
Thought, my lover.
Silence so loud,
Solitude seems peaceful.
Yet, I lay awake.
Restless, Praying for movement.
Inspiration quenches the thirst
Of loneliness.
Unfinished phrases
Gathered around me
Like so many Memories.
Undone Incomplete Finished
Yet, hardly begun.

29 April 2008

Photo Copyright Enoch Chan 2007