Birds,
all sorts, leave the nest to chirp outside,
No longer
awaiting food from mothers
Or
seeking guidance from fathers, uncles.
As these
do, so did I, so do children.
Remember
faces while departing though,
Appreciate,
be thankful to people,
The many
hands of helping, the village.
Soon,
familiar faces turn distant.
What was
learned, taught, passed down, generations
Of
knowledge weaved like a lauhala mat
Or
coconut hat, then placed at your feet,
Atop your
head, forget not traditions.
Times of
loneliness will trail thoughts back
To
comfort, loving eyes of sisters, aunts.
Hesitate
not, to feel, although over
Seas and
land, unconditional love there.
Powerful
is the passion beloved
Loved
ones send upon the breath of trade winds,
Soaring
soft yet strong, high through stormy seas.
Rough but
not impossible, love will come.
In
foreign lands you might be, far away,
Unknown,
undiscovered places of hope.
In search
of your soul, spirit, mind, body.
Faces of
old will lead you to finding.
Remember
young ones, time comes for all to
Journey,
to embark on a voyage, gone
With tears
and swept on morning tides you go.
Don’t fear,
set sail and face the wind, prevail.
Always
know love will lead, love will guide and
With destinations
reached, love will remain.
___________________
Soon, O Ianthe! Life is O'er
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er,
And
sooner beauty’s heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let
love remain that little while.
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