Glimpse*

By Jian Yeo

Chimes of distant bells echo my heart
–ethereal they were, with the plumose exhale hushed in my ears.
Lavender petals settle down on the brim of my delicate helix,
pollinating the resonants of exquisite fields of life:
Yes, I remember, the tranquil soothings of water–
they slowly enveloped my eyes that braced for their last glimpse of beauty
of silver, celestial ripples
floating immensely across the auroral midnight, and
how I then was too late… too late to grasp it,
with my eyes already liquefied with those wrinkles.
I wondered then,
whether the beauty was ever mine to keep—or was it just too much for an ordinary life,
and maybe I am destined to enjoy the dim world, the duty of dull, repetitive cycles.

Jian Yeo is a poet based in Massachusetts, where the changing seasons and scenic landscapes serve as a constant source of inspiration for her work. She is currently a student, balancing her academic pursuits with her passion for writing.