One half

Half of my soul
has departed.

The other half stands
staring bewilderedly
at grey drops of rain
in the sky.

My thoughts are like deep oceans,
wondering when they will be filled up,
or be emptied.

I raise my hand to stop
tears
from falling down

Falling inwards, let them be
outwards, please don’t!


Vô Vi

Sydney, July 2006