Pastel Villas
Own Image, September 2023. |
A tiny vivid city
Rising from the sea
Where villas dot the scene
With pink, yellow, and pale tangerine
Its roads are filled with stardust
On wintry summers each passing year
Blown everywhere by howling gusts
And gentle whiffs music to the ear
The rains of the island play jazz
As they pitter-patter everywhere
Like yesterday, like the other day
Every day, as it always has
At sunset, a lingering aroma
Invades every corner, every villa
With a quaint blend of sangria,
Lavender, and a touch of vanilla
In the middle of the island's forest
Is some secret garden
Where the most exotic, rarest
Flora and fauna are hidden
Meandering through the forbidden garden
Where the way follows a scent
Is a small cascading waterfall
Hiding precious gems unknown to all
There is a woozy labyrinth
Somehow, somewhere underneath
Leading to another island
Where marshes and swamps expand
The islands are riddled with enigma
Every corner, every villa
Has a strange story to tell
Written in various shades of pastel
The mementoes of long ago
Shaped, molded every road, every chateau
Perched on rugged cliffs and plateaus
If visited, if explored, will show
A life full of challenges, experiences
A life full of secrets and regrets
A life unknown and often, alone
A life so beautiful, so wonderful
That life is still on-going
Just as the islands are expanding
To accommodate more villas
To play and listen to more jazz
That life may be a tiny speck
In the grander scheme of things
But if one sees it from a deck
Is nevertheless fascinating
Copyright, Raymond Mapusao Andes,
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