I opened my eyes
to sublime rhythms of the earths sky
with sunsets of sugary orange and honeycomb
reflected upon each pond.
There sat the blazing lotus flower,
I sat alone and watched the flower,
my eyes began to tear.
It is right for tears to fall for something
so sweet and so small.
As night fell.
The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
the world that was once so loud became ever so quiet.
It felt as if there was nothing left to be heard or said in that moment
I accepted what came through the silence of night,
Sitting alone by myself had never felt so right.
I then asked myself
How many more memories of what radiant hour?
The island that from the fairest of all flowers
With the citrus sunsets that rest upon the Mekong,
I now long for the days of being alone.