Poem - Hong Kong’s Golden Goodbye, Poet - Frieda Norma Dela Cruz
Hong Kong’s Golden Goodbye
Frieda Norma Dela Cruz
The sun, a slow-sinking coin,
pours its last molten gold on Victoria Harbour.
The Peak’s dark shoulder
becomes a quiet silhouette against a deepening sky.
A Star Ferry cuts the surface,
its wake a temporary silver scar
on the water's sheet of hammered gold.
The city's first evening lights begin to bloom
like a constellation of glass and steel.
I let my worries drift and fade,
I watch them ignite, one by one,
a brilliant promise for tomorrow.
Beneath this vast and watchful sky,
Hong Kong whispers a gentle, golden goodbye.
©®Dr. Frieda Borma Dela Cruz
Philippines