Chamnongsri Rutnin
Photo : KhunyingChamnongsri Hanchanlash
There stands the lover,
his back leaning ’gainst the quizzing wind
and the murmurs of the questioning sea
there he stood waiting
impatience patiently counting
beats of mute seconds that went ticking, ticking,
falling in, falling out, falling in, falling out
with the tripping and beating of his heart
I watched the rose-gilt silhouette etched
’gainst tender backdrop of dallying dawn
and wondered at how the sleep-soaked beach
so sweetly enfolded the lone lover by the sea
as he stood, shirt fluttering
bare feet sunken in salt talcum sands
By-gone loves left to the moaning
of waves on discarded shores
he stood waiting
yet another rapturous reiterations
of the infinite billions and billions
of millions lovers
My ancestors have been lovers,
they had waited for love, so have I…
so my sons and daughters, so will their sons and daughters…
voice of love have echoed and re-echoed
down countless generations
like wind and sand
Hua Hin 1997
Chamnongsri Rutnin