Here are some of my illustrations for a piece I have been working on for a while.
It's about this fat little dim light and his encounter with a daylily as bright as his brother sun.
I have never really been fond of how poets spend all their lives searching hidden meanings in the oceans and sunsets, it's a shame that once I was done writing this thingy, I realised I have ended up doing the very same. I've tried put myself somewhat away from all that natures pretty stuff in the illustrations. Like when I talk about the wind crashing the petals of the daylily, I bet you weren't thinking of wind from an exhaust fan. Also, when I am talking about the daylily sitting beside the ocean, she's sitting on a chair, yes. The point being, I am not holy enough to write only about nature's gestures.
I smiled back only to realise I have got it all wrong;
She was smiling at the stars, those diamonds never fail to steal the show from me.
I am just a fat little dim light, people prefer my brother sun over me.
So they put themselves to sleep when I rise.
I ask him about his wounds and he tells me he used to be a funny boy, full of jokes and faces. But all he wanted to do when he grew up was to shine, shine bright like his brother sun. But his colours could not withstand his brother, the wounds all over his face, are the reminders of the battle he lost. But he still is thankful to the sun for he makes him shine, even if it is for the shortest little time.
I keep melting into the ocean slowly as days pass by,
but I’m still happy because I return to the sky every time.
A tiny detail, the ocean in the story is in love with the moon. Every no moon, when the sun completely melts the moon, it mends with the ocean and they dance together all night.
“The night will get darker and calmness would be hard to find but stay strong, keep working on our song of peace, the sun will shine again tomorrow and wipe away whatever tonight had stored. Sing with the birds, teach them the song. We’ll meet again soon; just give it a little time.”
