Samoa

I hear the crash of surf upon the reef,
and the cry of bats as night approaches.
I stand upon the beach in the village of Fatu-ma-Futi,
gazing at the distant horizon where the heavens meet the sea.
The sun is a glowing ball of orange,
sinking slowly below the horizon,
whereas the crescent sliver of the moon shines high above.
My toes sink into the sand,
as the Pacific washes over my feet.
I sigh.
Samoa...my home...my love..
Samoa.