Monday, October 3, 2011

From the Mountains to the Sea

(Mauna Kea,Mauna Loa,Hualalai from Kohala) The best view of the three together I have seen!

Chasing magic again
I reached and touched with my fingertips
A forgotten remnant
Of what it means to breath

So I ran along a forsaken ridge
And paddled through a fearless ocean
Thriving in the moment and wondering
If the stars are prisoners of the night sky?
Or if they burn with voluntary passion?
Looking over the edge
I caught a glimpse
Of blazing possibilities, then....

Fell asleep on the warm hood of my car
Awoke to rain under a singing moon
Feeling like a blade of grass
Intoxicated by morning dew

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

these words, true passion!!

and the stars...
nothing so beautiful
could ever be a prisoner!