Bubbles rush
Converge and break apart
Upwards stream
Water presses all around
My mind turns in circles
Circles
Round and round about
Salt on my lips
Stinging my eyes
So warm down here
It's easy to see
Your face in the foam
So dark down here
Sleep brushes my face
I've stopping kicking
Bubbles fade
The last of it streams away
An ocean of tears
Took me in its warm dark embrace.

/And all I can see is your face./ 


Ocean of Tears
Copyright 2002 Alexiel Au Yong