Island Twilight

(Kyleakin, Scotland, August 1987)

dusk turns into dark, slowly.
boondocks silhouette
against the last rays of sun setting.
horizon blackens like ink blotting
while rowdy sea vomits wild waves
crashing against the jagged rocks.

full moon rises.
in measured steps it climbs
the cloudless sky,
throwing eerie shadow shapes
as pungent scent of brackish water
permeates the chilly air.

i stare at the unforgettable scene
and think of home.


(when I’m away, home is what I miss
ever so warm like a hearth ablaze
with toddle of little feet that tease
and cuddle of supple hands’ embrace.)


- nostalgia
is between
longing and yearning.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar