Midnight Dreams

 
Midnight Dreams
Roar abates.
My sea is serene like sleep.
They often gather here and
disappear before the dawn.
 
My dad’s smile like a crescent
gleams again through our
coconut palms – his words
have lost its voice,  yet its
cooling effect is still there.
 
My grandma gives me my
favourite fruit, calling me
‘Baby’  sweetly,  and walks
back along the shore.
 
Whenever I had cried over
my dry dish - a thousand times
during my boyhood -  she
managed to give me a banana
somehow.  Now I feel the real
taste of  her voice and banana.
 
Midnight is sometimes blue.
A cat eyed girl creeps like
a snake on the shore.
 
All die, but all die never.