At The Crossroad of Vermilion Sunrise

Another morning begins again
As I silently trudges the half empty street of this small little town
The cool morning air keeps reminding me that yesterday was just hours ago
As cool and yet calm despite the motornoises of the day

Maybe it is fated by God that this is where I end my journey as the silent traveler
As this small little town finally caught up with me
Rendering the sky slowly from red to yellow and finally to blue
Reminding me constantly of my memories that I have wrought so well from the start
Of it many layers of dusk, of the darkest of midnight and of the slightly of morning
An of the many more layers of the sacred heartfarer's way that this life will sing for me...

And for once I'm feeling that I'm no longer afraid of letting go of my youth now
And of my past that's checkered with light and darkness at every turn at best
And wrought with so many fears and hope both false and so true at worst
For it is now over and done with under the unfurling of the white sweet sail
On the moment of this blessed day

As I sail away into the sun without fear
Without shame and without guilt

So although this street and this road may never recall me again after I've passed them by
And the life of these places may placidly again resume its course for another millennium or two
But from what I can see as I glance at the sky, far beyond all dreams and reveries
Another paved lit road lies open before me - the road of gold and lit with silver

Telling me that all that I've ever lived for all these while
And all that I've ever hoped for to come true
Arrived they have for me at last
For here and to stay and from now 'til forever...

(Thank you God, for everything!)

SAIF MINTAKA, THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR, KL
1976 - 2010