Island Night

The island glows on carefree
nights of youthful moons,
storm winds swaying palms
and rousing white tipped
waves in an orchestra of
ocean blue.

The island sings the gentle
rhythm of Pahu drums,
tanned girls musically swish
their lauhala skirts of
humming hips and tell stories
with mudra hands.

The island hears shared
whispers ‘tween lovers
under leaky thatched roofs
of amber straw as they sip
coconut milk and stare
with dreamy eyes.

The island breathes brine
and citrus, threading wild
herbs through sun‑bleached
shells, longboards rising like
sentinels from her wet
fingered loam.

Come to the island to watch
glassy seas caress its sandy
beaches in native welcome,
press your nose to mine
in an honoring of the breath,
come to an island night.