ON MY DEATH V6

May that distant sky receding

Farther in the foaming sea;

May the line of the horizon, bleeding

Summers from infinity;

 

May that island out there, never far,

Lock the clouds that sweep the winds

And pull our seasons out of stars;

May these puzzles break and rinse

 

Over all the torches in the night,

Over all the dark that worlds pit

Against the breezes of the light - 

May the waves the planet tries to fit

 

On its dying continental shelf

Drown, and mix, and swell the beaches with myself.

 

November 19th and 28th, Lanikai

December 1st and 2nd, Kaulua

2010