Wavelength

Memoirs are

But echoes of life’s song

All be-loved

Is music to my soul;

Lines etched in sand

Patterns in water

Tint of leaves

The spectra of flowers:

Shapes of thought and

Its impression’s wake;

Our lives

But a tangle of sine waves

Orchestrated

To be conductive

Since birth and to our wake –

Symphonic

Yet in death

I wave, I wave farewell.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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