Embedded within
curls is salt, coarse, deep,
Stranded between
waves, speckled throughout, stuck
And sure,
satisfied and ready. Journey
True and
through, as the moon moves, so will she.
Pearl rays
invade the blue, purple tints lick
The surface,
beneath is dark, frighten not.
She sits amongst
shadows, towering trees
Of palm
reaching, grasping to touch the sea.
Posture perfect,
eyes scanning the scene, look.
Over erect
mountaintops, lonely yet
Brilliant,
unscathed, still pure, haunts a light.
Hovering direct,
upon black she sees.
The woman,
significant in her own,
Struggles to
understand, how and what, why.
Resist not to
surroundings, to damp shores
Graced by foamy
lips and colored creatures
Prancing,
dancing, flipping, embracing all.
Stares from
behind, other eyes look onward,
Scoping,
strategizing to destroy peace,
Diminish of sand
spread coastlines, vanish
Of untouched
valleys, rivers ripped open.
Evil is
forceful, why? Why come and take?
Thieves, stolen,
she feels the breath of
A race, a place,
the “Hā”, sucked, forgotten.
Is she seeing
the last of Hawai`i?
Future unsure,
however strong she stands,
kūʻē! Light
fades, a gradient of shades,
violet,
lavender, whites and blue hues
stretch, the moon
is disappearing, she moves.
Begins a
journey, to protect this all.
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