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My Birthday Poem

2 years ago. From Sheryl, Shuen, Cheeyi and David. If you guys are by any chance reading this, thank you, I love it.


Feet dangling in turquoise blue
And the late autumn chill comes sifting down
Bites, nips at her ankles like little fish.

She looks out to the sea, where all
Are in their sluggish dreams, dripping with honey lethargy
All but the lone seagull who

Kept screeching like a blithering idiot
Until, tired of the monotony, flies away
And silence settles like a heavy blanket.

Sunlight gathers in her lap
Glittering shards of crystal
The tingling warmth
A silent companion for her eternal bliss.
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