Tonight

Elegy for Professor Chen-chen Tseng

by Colin Bramwell

Tonight, time takes a quiet colour.
The waves are hushed. Dark
enamelled mountains bow
and fog your specs with thunder.

Seven stars above
the coast spark out
and set one shore alight:

morning's coming soon.

Pause the coursing sky, the clouds.
Find the sun and disembark.

Tonight you are his mother.
Today, you are the moon: