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Hawai’i
a century of Siblings
born of Fire and Earth
from the depths of Night
stretching thru the unseen
towards the distant
smile of the Sun
to buss Lower Heaven
and clasp their spirits
as Bouquet of Southern Sea
Sunset
drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
clouds
changelings
of Lower Heaven
who listen
to th’ eyes below
who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears
till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep
Crane of Paradise
Seductress
of eyes athirst
of lovers faithful
to Truth
of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life
Winter
polar mist
upon me descends
my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate
to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave
till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring
mystic dandelion
be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?
we’ll see
or not
vulture
wings on waves of wind
silhouette circling the sun
dare my other eyes
one breath
winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters
with ease or burden
matters not
so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails
so be our time fulfill’d
Aurora
lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion
lovers of animal lovers
“Yasus!
Hello!”
from opposite sides
of the world
drawn
connect’d
family
if only
for an instant
in a lifetime
“Thank you!
I’ll take that treat now.
Efcharisto!”
spindrifter
Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape
his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells
a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness
a smile
in defeat or victory
a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue
heath
descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent
let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are
