A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Part IV)
note: please read the prologue and parts I to III first.
Like mushrooms looming at day from nowhere,
The seafront’s swarming with bodies again.
Mirths intesify pervading the air.
The sun is up as beach frolics begin.
I sail through the sea of festive faces.
Energy rises with the sun and tide.
I content myself with passing glances.
‘Tis turbulent outside, I’m calm inside.
From the corners of my observant eyes
I see affectionate lovers kissing.
I whispered my heart’s sighs to the arched skies,
Wishing their echoes would reach your hearing.
May my cries and the tears I shed today
Bathe you ~ they’re now part of the salty sea.
Boracay Island, Philippines. Summer, 2006
A 7-piece poetry series I wrote during my last summer vacation in Boracay Island, Philippines before I left the country in 2006.
And when I think of it, I guess it is true that people always arrive at the right moment at the right place where someone awaits them. From the book, The Pilgrimage, by Paulo Coelho.