Halfway gone

An old dragon lays
in his clouds half blind;
White sheets
have never felt so cold;
strapped to the becoming
riding between what he sees
past his unmoving lids.
Halfway gone,
from here and dreams.

Strapped down,
Stripped down,
Held down,
outsmart the body
Halfway gone,
between pain and pleasure.

A wooden casing
a closet of skeletons;
words of goodbyes
wraiths of yellow Crysanthemum;
tears that flow
taints of sorrow;
Only halfway gone
between heaven and now.

-Yim Meng Lai, April; 16:58; 31st May 2004-

In Memory of Chin Chee Choy. Husband, Father and Uncle.