How brief the time
as it stood still at dusk.
How soft the breeze
that kissed my face,
as I left
my unaccompanied footprints
in Thailand,
on the white sands
of Patong Beach,
on beautiful Phuket Island.
How enticing a world
suspended in supple shadows,
while the colors of daylight
dissipate to darkness.
How bewitching a wavering moon,
that games hide-and-seek,
behind the shifting clouds.
How finished the focus
of an individual moment
of translucent silence,
while memories
slowly trickle away.
How wonderous
the poetry of spirit
that endures
long beyond our vanishing.
How flawless my dreams
that can never be disturbed.
How perfect my accumulation
of matchless yesterdays,
on my journey...
to matchless tomorrows.
© JOHN PISCATELLA
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