GHOSTS V3

We see the air

That used to be

Erasing everything

That’s there,

The boardwalk graced with

Antique dusk,

Waikiki

With torches’ glare,

All the seaside

Come to life,

The dunes restored

By human tide,

Endless waves

And gliding time

Poured 

Inside the mind

Like rum -

Where memory saves

The real reward

For last:

Blinding beaches from

The fading past -

And on postcards

From an ancient sun,

Dazzling regards.

 

Lanikai, Honolulu

January 23rd, 2013