TRAIPSING ON BANTAYAN SHORE
by Rachelle Credo, © 2006
Reprint first appeared in The Beat
fresh sunbeams scald my face
as I trot the shore
of a long forgotten past
waves shiver and hiss toward me
like it always had...years ago
when he was still here
beside me, hand in hand
on this island
memories were carved not
on mortal minds but on the sea
who was a witness to it all
from love's delight
to broken promises
fate took its plight
at every turn
swan-necked waves
used to spring up so high
and slither back to its hub
when we first exchanged
our vows of love
i remember the sunshine
playing with our toes
when we kicked sand and stones
to form castles in the wind
like little children
we were so free
on our little heaven
we thought would be forever
i turn and watch once more
as the tide ebbs slowly
leaving the rocky sand
dry and sparkling under my feet
it's summer once again
and thoughts of him
shattle in my head
like the ebbing waves
it was on this island
where our love started to bloom
but like flowers that bloom and die
so did our love...
THE END
Rachelle Arlin Credo is a fiction
writer and poetry
aficionado from the Philippines. Her poetry has
appeared in The Renascent, Poetic Hours, Lily Literary
Review, and Zygote in my Coffee among others.
