Indifference

These moonlit seas

glint in vain.

In my stubborn sight.

For I am oblivious.

Of the strain of feeling.

With thoughts deep-rooted

in my heart.

Like dark mangroves

subduing moonlight.

Branches

inundated at high tide

gasping

a low and ceaseless sigh.

This full moon

is a white ghost

and terribly upset.

Dragging the sea after it

like dark crime

to the sharp edges of night.

All melody of this nocturne sea

is not for me.

These crashing waters compose

the piano monotone.

Fading

to deaf ears.

Somewhere two lovers walking up

the long beach,

together

may justify the moon.

But as for me

like dark mangroves.

I do not hear

these crashing waters.

And I am blind

to the glinting

of these moonlit seas.