Pulelehua Imagination

I feel pain, I feel pleasure, I read everybody’s measure...

Knowing the ones who have never been without seasons,

Seeing the forces of the universe as divinity, explain my reason.

Walking on rocks and lavender at the end of imagination,

I feel pain, I feel pleasure, I read everybody’s measure...

Understand the plain sense of things, its fractal repetitiousness

Splinters. Transparent spheres inside this neverending sameness,

Moonlight tempers the blue; still, daylight scatters the dew  

Back to that great ocean on strange winds through wings

Raising hairs in slow motion, captivating colors of sound

Waves across the land. Only the red hand could be so true

North of here where the hearth burns and flowers sleep.

Koa float sky wide flux in wooly iridescent blue, Hina fringe wing 

Kamehameha disappearing from its native forests, above protea

Tipsy with sap they chase each other around the treetops.

Oh Pulelehua, oceanviews are warming. Pods can’t refuse return

North chasing Eden. Sit down in mystery of dragonfly discovery,

Of ghostly high energy neutrinos flinging themselves into the cold

Southern skies of agony. Dark matter of destiny spirals

The standard in a death knell of the reigning physics paradigm  

Shift and the sea rises. Shift and the balance burns.

Paradise monarchs safe in their bivouac sipping nectar,

Once paralyzed by the cold calendar, flash their wings

In synchronicity... settling down between rocks and lavender;

Imagination.