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Riding high before tradewinds, Crashing on broken, rocky shores, Delicately kissing sand beaches, The tropic surf touches shore. |
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Spraying high amongst rocks, Maui diamonds before wind, Tossed far they drop... Shattered into million crystals |
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Yes the surf maybe wild, But the sea beneath is calm, Hiding it's forsaken beauty, Untamable, even in death |
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Rolling in, gently lapping sands, Protected by hidden reefs, Heated by Sun God's life line, The little bay rocks gently in sleep
Cloudwalker Sept. 1974. |
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This poem was written many years ago on my first trip to Hawaii. I was sitting on a rocky outcrop mesmerized by the waves, watching the sun slowly sink into the sea, when I felt that I had to capture on paper the simple, but ancient motion. Still I am called by the water and always find peace of spirit beside that most primeval of beginnings. |
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