A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Epilogue)
note: please read the prologue and parts I to V first.
I reached the edge of the coast at twilight.
Walking back, I draw deep breaths of relief.
The sea is tinged with sunset’s crimson light.
On my path are flowers strewn on the reef.
I picked the salient flower in pure white,
When I looked up, I see vine-drapes on cliff.
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.