The sun
broke free
from clouds
this morning
like my dream
of you did
I found you
in my home
looking out
the window
at Diamond Head
and Waikiki
like a lookout
on a schooner
turning
to me
you fall
into my arms
and we embrace
like lost
children
smiling
you hold me
and I hold you
like people
who’ve found
the other after
a long search

why must lovers
be apart

He’s coming
here in two
months
to visit
like a tourist
but not to see
monuments
or beaches
or the sun
but to see
me
and to laugh
at old jokes
and whisper
secrets
in the billowy
winds of the
pacific
laying together
on an island
like our own
little
rowboat

It’s raining
in the hills
this morning
clouds weeping
like a frightened
child
the clouds
moved across
the ridge
above my house
like protestors
moving quickly
they engulfed
my house
like crisp
stationary
in an envelope
the rain
came in deckled
sheets
bringing
with it
cleanser

bled into
night turning
white billowy
clouds
into the powdered
and rouged
cheeks
of antiquated
ladies
the midnight
blue
of the
western sky
turned
a plum
purple
by the
orange
sunlight
as the sun
crested
the ridge
above my
house
petals of
sunflower
sunlight
streaked
the rooftops
making them
turn
to
gold