The Night Before. (For Once- Peace)

Past the Jetti, dirty waters float beneath. Crumpled cans and plastic bottles, soiled and empty.

The huge boats repose in harbour nearby. Colourful strains of water leak out the faint traces of oil haresing the lukewarm waters and its inhabitants. The humid, dry, salty taste of the beach view lingers. East winds sweep back the jaggared leaves ofthe coconut and palm trees that the sandy shores inherit. I walked along, barefoot on the prickly, wet sand to the sound of the bubbly waves. Dusk approaches. People are heading home. Somewhere, behind me, the expressways flow with automobils. Everyday scene. Soon, there I will be alone under the sultry full moon burning its spark through my heart leaving an image and vision, I will never forget. Casting its shadow on the dark waters and immortalizing my multitude of thoughts with the night. I lived along the shores of life. The stars, that accompany the moon in that pitch blackness above hear my heartbeat and my fears, my cries to God and my excitment for the unknown. I leave there my footprints and my night of recollection and sereness. What awaits, awaits . What is behind, I imprint, like my footsteps in the sand, in my heart and cast it off, at the same time like the floating coconut husk, onto the choppy cold night waves.

Why does the vision of the night- Sereness and Beauty- tarry. I am hardly sure, just as I am about myself. A stroll, a journey to traverse across the infinite possibilities like the limitless sea, its horizon reaching to the heavens and forming a linkage between the past, present and future. And there along the stony edges of the cliff, I sat. Part of nature, quiet and in solitude with my Creator above keeping watch over me- I found rest.