Bayside

Here by the bay, hear echoes stray; Watch the light rays swirl radiant ways. Dusk descends now with distant light; Thoughts stray somehow to roaming flights. On the high trees, the fledglings cry; Hunger sets frees moanings that fly. Adult birds wing upon the boughs; Food thanksgiving as murmurs grow. Sunset brings dark as nightfall creeps; Night lights now spark to flood dusk deep. Each day a quest to mind and feel; Adjust to fest with wit that heals. In a sure brief, we loiter here; Live joy and grief and let love cheer. Leon Enriquez 22 January 2015 Singapore