Afar

For tonight I will howl
The moon will be full
My voice it will carry
Across these lands
And these waters
Know I am with you
Here in this heart
Hear my voice to you
For tonight I will howl

IndiBlue

The Shearwater flit and float along shores edge
Seeking food in the moons blue light
White sands filtered to new hue
Lovers hidden between the beached boats
Sail to new places exploring new lands
The fishermen exhort food from the bounty
For sport and sustenance and camaraderie
I walk these sands in indigo light
Trees and homes and sky and sea
Meld to hues of the same
These blues mix with yours
I wish you turn to this freedom
As Shearwater flit and float in carefree abandon

Sense

No photographs sir
No memories thinks eye
What was it I was just seeing
That caused me to commit this faux pas
You must delete the photograph sir
But no damage was done was it
I glance at the scene I had captured
A fire scene
It had hit my senses
I liked it and wanted to preserve it
And delete it now sir
The condescension palpable
My sensitivity of doing wrong
Wrought by the sensitivity no wrong was done
Lost now the thing that had pleased my senses
And on the way out
I can buy a video of the production
But what is the sense in that
It was not this production
The one that had captured my eye
That had joined to my senses
Something is lost

flow

beneath the cool
falls
timeless waters
to the pool
below
washing over
mingled
in waters cool
there are many
who would have
yet there is
but
One

Stella

Stella is a hard person. She has the build of a woman borne of labour or fighting or perhaps jail. Her shape nondescript, more a triangle. Her arms were large and muscular and looked as if they could handle themselves in a bar brawl. Stella was dressed in black steel toed boots, black jeans faded grey where she would lean against things, a black t-shirt with a not very nice slogan imprinted across the chest. Her face and arms are tanned the leathery tone and skin condition of a person away from this place.

Stella was not a person you could feel immediately warm to. Until you looked to her shoulders. On the right a large majestic white Cockatoo. It sat lording over all it saw from his perch subjecting himself only to Stella. It nuzzled and nibbled on her ears. As she prepared to enter a coffee shop she reached to him, scooped him onto the back of her weathered hand and touched his tail. He deftly lifted his tail and left his stool with all the other bird stool in the parking lot. A kiss and he moved back to his perch.

On the left shoulder a moulting Myna bird. Never has a bird loved a person as this tiny fellow loved Stella. He sat in rapt attention to her every word, every gesture. Her attention to Cockatoo did not affect him. She was his life. All other things were incidental.

Stella is a hard person, with a soft spot for these beautiful birds.

A Fold in Time

Be it so sublime these folds in time that draw the past to now the presence felt of hearts of friends be rendered close so far we can to understand the memories false and real we know our hearts as ages part remembrance so surreal the minds recall the younger self aged cartons current time the milk of youth the wisdom truth realities of our state remember me as friends will be true in mind and self and faith.

Honu

I swim in your hale my dear and favored friend
This place lani kai of salt and clear waters
And life.
You stare to me inviting
Welcome to my home aloha milihini
This place you bring life
Your plate white protective
In peace with surroundings
Your shell green with blue waters
Deep black expressive eyes
Beg follow friend nani
I am safe in your place
My friend mahalo
I return my 'aina
To come see you again