how do you still
a swirling sea?

the churning that sent tremors
down your nerves
that leaves your skin tingling

when the dark waters splashed over the brim
of a container that's too full
to hold anything more than what
it currently has

to stay the tremblings
that gets your teeth chattering
echoing across a void
blank as a sheet
but stained with colours
that memories wrought

shades that are too bright to mute
and too loud to muffle

how to leave the spectrum behind
when every nuance is tattoed across your heart

the heart that's leaden
the walls dressed in peeling paint
coated with nostalgia

maybe the spoon in my hand
would not work after all
to scoop and empty
the vast waves of sentiments
that resides in my heart

just to use the other hand
to pour loads of experience
unto the space
scrapped and flattened

to fill it up again
and hear the boom that preceeds thunder
in lightning blots
that cracked open
the cloudy midnight sky

to embrace the waited-upon stars
to twinkle and shine their welcome
as they shouted their greetings

to a dawn
to a day
to a beginning.