Kuala Trengganu

Kuala Trengganu

On my long shore you are the sea.

Down my long night-time you are the free

White dashing curve of waves –

The white interminable curve that craves

Only the loving shingle and the sharp

Drawn breath of rhythmic dark

Beneath which pebble ranges shift

Against the searching under-drift

       Of foam-soft fingers.

The tall moon still lingers

Over palm-tree seaward tilting;

My long shore’s still lilting,

My long night-time’s iridescent

Under your wave-beat.

                            Why lead this present

Ever into future? why, Lord, this night

        Ever into dawn-light?