It’ll always go back to the ocean.
It’s where I’ve gone to skip rocks
and let dreams drift away
New visions sometimes come
in with the tide and there is
always a sense of newness
the shore is never
quite the same nor
are my eyes when
seeing it
but every time,
there is the echo
of all that I’ve
felt there before
the roar of all
that I’ve gone there
seeking.
narinda heng 