Or 4 lion heart You came out of the sea, skin dappled scales of sunlight; Riding crests, waves of fish in your fists. Washed up, your gills snapped shut. Water whipped the first breath of your lungs, Your lips' bud teased by morning mists. You conquered the shore, its ivory coast. Your legs still rocked in the memory of waves. Sinews of sand ran across your back- Rising runes of your oceanic origins. Your heart thumped- an animal skin drum heralding the coming of a prince. In the jungle, amid rasping branches, trees loosened their shadows to shroud you. The prince beheld you then, a golden sheen. Your eyes, two flickers; emerald blaze You settled back on fluent haunches; The squall of a beast, your roar, your call. In crackling boats, seeds arrived, wind-blown, You summoned their colours to the palm of your hand, folded them snugly into loam, watched saplings swaddled in green, as they sunk roots, spawned shade, and embraced the land that embraced them. Centuries, by the sea's pulmonary, a vein throbbing humming bumboats- your trees rise as skyscrapers. Their ankles lost in swilling water, as they heave themselves higher above the mirrored surface. Remember your self: your raw lion heart, Each beat a stony echo that washes through ribbed vaults of buildings. Remember your keris, iron lightning ripping through tentacles of waves, double-edged, curved to a point- flung high and caught unsheathed, scattering five stars in the red tapestry of your sky. (Amanda Chong)