MIRRORS

The distant day, receding

Always farther in the seas,

The last of summer speeding

Past sunsets in the trees -

 

The fringing ocean soaring

Louder when we turn away,

It’s dark horizons pouring

Future into breaking day,

 

Reflecting on the sweeping glass

That rivers on the sand,

Letting tides of passion pass

Like water through the hand

 

At the edges of our reach,

Whose rear view mirrors save

Our history on the beach,

Our vacation in the grave -

 

May the blood of sky, the flesh of breeze,

The documentaries of dreams

And griefs in all the frangipanis, 

May the desperate last beams

 

Of our island’s drenching breath

Wrench the world back from your death.

 

May 6th, 2010, Kailua beach

May 11th and 15th, 2010, Lanikai