With Pele' on the Ground I Sit

With Pele' on the ground, i sit,
Wrapped in vine.
The sun and mist around her
Aloha.

You're Good to Rest Upon, My Dear

You're good to rest upon my dear,
To lay my wondering head on your fine curls,
Smooth and intricate, weaving a forest of secrets,
Above a soft earthly skin revealing fire and the soul's light.

You're good to rest upon,
My heart resting on your confident beat,
Optimistic of the future, almost naive of our karma,
Wandering through the narrow alleys of integrity in this age.

You're good to rest on my dear,
The years do not dust away that feeling,
The ease and confidence of my rest,
Very good in the eternal time of ancient lovers.

Walk the Sky

The walk back should be firm.

When the sky moves with the man

The ground falls into softer spaces.

It's as if the clouds are gluttonous,

Sweaty and fat, bending downwards.

We need a mindless wind,

A wet lip pressing into this afternoon,

Coaxing the thick stubborn air

Into an irrational rebirth,

Arousing the awesome power of the night