Riding high before tradewinds,
Crashing on broken, rocky shores,
Delicately kissing sand beaches,
The tropic surf touches shore.

Spraying high amongst rocks,
Maui diamonds before wind,
Tossed far they drop...
Shattered into million crystals

Yes the surf maybe wild,
But the sea beneath is calm,
Hiding it's forsaken beauty,
Untamable, even in death

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.

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.