Victoria Harbor In The Rain Poem
By William He
Continuous downpour of torrential rain,
Untethered tides of Stonecutters Island,
There are currents cascade down next to the curb.
The islands have spread a pall of gloom,
Overcasting weather turning ferocious,
Unleashing itself from the chains of thick clouds.
Sprinkles are dazzling with colorful lights.
The sky appears omnipotent with earth,
In the meek surrender once in a while.
Successive ages roll the interval,
A sound which shakes the bellowing waves and rocks.
In the misty lone land by the grey Victoria Bay.
The slow motion connects us with heaven,
To Tennyson’s statue carved in stone.
In the reflections weary and frail,
Pebbles sink individuals woes deep,
Water which rain sheds will get us thoroughly wet.
The wattle-made thistles to some rivulet blue.
Night approaches and leaves again at night,
Mountains of torment settle in the chest.
Drowned enigma of yore dream does not illumine,
Touching sublime in timeless time.
