In my spare times, I used to draw My favorite would always be portraiture Of faces I wish to remember of teachers, friends and lovers. In my busy times, I would still draw. But lately... whenever I put my pencil to paper It turns into a straw and the paper mellow to water White and pure than never. The more I gaze into it, the clearer is the color It doesn’t ripple but begins to sparkle. And, instead of me sucking for a drink The water seems to expand at the brink Rising like tides in the evening of the tsunami Swallowing me into, instead of just water, now a sea With my tongue and my hand I taste the salt and the sand Though my feet, I don’t know where they land. I know it’s real. It is real. And, the ocean breathes life to a figure Who wears a face I used to draw How I remember every curve and feature Softer than flower, Stronger than power Afar like history, Intimate like memory. All at once, tears dance in the pool of my eyes