Blue Hawaii

I am in the hinterlands,
The end of the West.
Hawaii the edge. not like a John Wayne Sunset
But simply the dreamy end
Of the Western light,
Echoing yesterday’s East.

Bluest of Hawaii sing to me in the trades,
Whose air and cyclical wisdom shape time.
We could talk about the wind,
Sailing through her bluest of blue sun rays.
The earth has a dazzle to it.

Perfection without perfect mind,
That is why she is so blue,
An older dream
Slipping into our awareness,
Something that changed,
But not the island,
Which sails past the colors,
Past the blue,
To something we cannot yet see.