Intimate Hawaii
The sky of strong blue as it dims at dusk,
that I shall in no way look at the same.
A new start in rich, pure, salt scent may claim
the heart of the sea, both wild and calm musk.
By dawn, close and dear lure the sun kissed shores
and when I feel, the fair breast of an hour,
of the wide world I stand lone, and may lour
the tours that laze and taste the out of doors.
Gone far in the hushed land down the rock cliffs
to cold surf, fish safe in tide pools true sight.
Feel the winds change in the pick of hush night;
the soul's high and low show of the waves riffs.
Love the raw grace of the land and surfs, falls,
arts, taste of the past and now, its calm calls.
9/26/2019
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