The cool tropic wind soothes
as it subtly weaves its way
through moon-drenched palms
and sampaguitas.
And over to the east,
a slumbering hillside cascades
into the overwhelming arms
of the sea—its paramour.
This love child,
born of the beguiling romance
of sand and surf,
bleeds with the light
of the stars that guard
the midnight sky
and in its placid bosom
a flock of herons rest
in security for the evening.

Montage Vol. 6 • August 2002


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