if life is a window

if life is a window
i want it to face the sea
to watch the boisterous waves dancing
to the rising midnight moon

i'll draw the curtain
when the sun is over glaring
close my eyes and see the clouds evaporating
to the scorching heat at noon

dreams can sometimes reach sky high
and dash to piece unexpectedly
whenever there is a storm impending
i tell myself it will be over soon


written after reading the essay of my student

this spring

are you coming back
this spring

a friend asked

not knowing how long
the relationship would last

she held the line
i held back the reply