Ko 'a Wana'ao

Tired and worn,

The sea scatters her once coral bones 

Carelessly

Mingling them with the

 Dried tears of Pele's ire 

Along the shore of longan

Where the eye of dragon

Has been gone too long

The rising sighs of cyan

Heard in shelled ears 

Piqued with iridescence 

Coiled around a shadowed soul 

Overwrought

Her determination 

A forging

Making every spine that strung

 Her will

Brittle but strong

Awash repeatedly in the white cycled bleachings

Of a pride redeemed 

But saturated in the salty 

Sting of a heart forlorn

The moon in blue shades

Tints in mourning

As the waves

Of grief 

Crash on and on

Plush of green 

Leans into the wind

Bracing itself for the onslaught

Nearing  release
of the waning summer's
reckless storm...

Its hushed murmurs  

A rustling of waves in honey tones 

Whispered
in the fronds
of frilly palms...

Luring the unsuspecting into somnolent wanderings

The Lost 

Found

In heady wafts 

Of Plumeria's piercing permeation...

And the spirit of Aloha 

Intoxicates 

Yet
Another dawn.