"Silent   Keepers"

For the unrecognized but unfazed Seafarers

We stir salt into coffee

While dawn breaks on the waves,

Our hands rough as anchor chains

Holding the cargo no one sees.

Night shifts drone with radar screens

Routes stitch latitude and longitude.
We count the stars that slip away

As fish scale the moon's thin hook.

The ocean never sleeps, they say,

But forget we're the ones who stay awake,

Mending torn nets of storm warnings,

Tying knots in the dark's loose threads.

Photos fade where wallets crease

Children's laughter trapped in plastic.

We fold time into tide charts,

Carry birthdays in unopened letters.

When waves sing the same old tune,

We hum along to keep the silence out.

Our backs bend beneath the world's weight,

Yet light pours from lighthouses we fuel.

《無聲的舵》

獻給不被人識卻默默奉獻的海員

空氣中的鹽分融入咖啡，

黎明在浪尖破曉；

如海錨般堅毅的手掌，

托住無人知曉的貨艙。

雷達在夜班中嗡鳴，

經(jīng)緯沿著航線航行；

看著天上斗轉(zhuǎn)星移，

望著魚兒躍出波光粼粼。

他們說海洋從不沉睡，

卻不知守夜的海員是誰；

縫補著風暴撕破的預言，

打結(jié)再系著斷裂的繩索。

照片安靜躺在褶皺的錢包里，

孩子的笑聲困在皮夾中；

把時間折進潮汐表，

心愿寶盒裝進遲到的信封。

當海浪哼起如往的曲調(diào)，

我們輕聲和著來抵擋寂寥；

脊梁被世界的重量壓彎，

卻為燈塔續(xù)滿燃料把四方照亮。