There is no one to share my laughter;
There is no one to wipe my tears.
In the waning rays of the sun,
I see the twilight of my years;
Shadows of coconut leaves crisscross
In the fading light like a lattice of memories.
Summer gales have ended
The green tumult of my youth;
I sit in solitude,
As autumn glides in aureate breeze
WIth gentle touches around my face
Calming the bygone vagaries and upheavals
Into maturing reflections
Of clemency and purgation.
In these quieted moments,
The fragrance of dusk wafts in
The redolence of jasmine and nightqueen
Spiced with the pungent lantana.
I look far into the bamboo grove
Where slender trunks rise up to the sky,
Swaying in the breeze, bowing right and left.
I hear the suspiration and sussuration
Of grassy leaves conversing
And I hear the whisper of God