We Wander Along The Winding Wall Poem by Henry Tong

We wander along the winding wall.
Our words are muted by the star.
In every step, our shades grow tall.

We are pebbles stirring space afar.
Our wavelets join in anxious dreams
faster we ride than a chasing scar.

We ford our stories in the streams,
slipping slow by a strike of chime.
Our thoughts outreach the softest beams.

We guard against the with'ring time.
We die to strive, but live by a call,
An eternal gaze, a night so sublime.