| Story ID: | 1735 |
| Written by: | Tish Valles (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | The Writing Salon |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Manila Philippines |
| Year: | 2007 |
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| Story ID: | 1735 |
| Written by: | Tish Valles (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | The Writing Salon |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Manila Philippines |
| Year: | 2007 |
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At the end of Shek-O road I found a sacred place Where looking back is looking forward And time stands still in Hong Kong I scaled the Dragon’s Back Told the wind my secrets And wished upon the Big Wave Bay As a 747 and a sparrow sang the blues I took a deep breath Dove into blue water, surfaced happy In the Klongs of busy Bangkok Where long boats and I danced on the Chao Praya River Men and women craved love in the night Burning incense at Erawan shrine They waited hopefully for The One to emerge From under the bright red lights of Patpong Then the moon picked me up Cradled me in her crescent Then laid me down gently On the glorious Great Wall of China I spun around each brick, from Badaling to Mongolia Seduced by tales of Ming Dynasty battles I climbed up a tower and sipped luscious power From the goblets of Kublai Khan The Pacific took me away Then stopped at the Miura Peninsula Japan tied an obi around my waist As I kowtowed my way to Tokyo Sakura smothered me at the graves of Aoyama Reien The cherry blossom drifted to Yoyogi Park Where Shibuya girls worship fashion alongside the Meiji Shrine And Buddha waits quietly among the gardens In the blink of an eye And a passionate flourish I was swept off my feet As Paris scooped me in her embrace Mesmerized by the Seine, I found a gliding gait As I charmed the Champs-Élysées The Pompidou declared undying affection in the Bar du Marché And we made love on Rue Dauphine In one fell swoop, I was floating again And the Atlantic rocked me to sleep I rose from my siesta to the sound of guitars In the spirited amorous Spain Gaudi took my hand in the Barcelona sun As my Gael chased pigeons in Park Güell I said silent prayers at Basilica Sagrada Familia In the city of forefathers and godsons In my dizzy drunk spell I could no longer tell Where this enchanting stroll would go next Trembling joyfully I fell to my knees And stars made swirls around my head I was the world today, and forever And the world was me |