Sunset at Kahalu’u
Wait for me on the black rocks
As the timid waters lap against the silent shores
As cold foam washes the sands off your feet
Into the longing waters of the weary lagoon
There under the orange tint of fleeting light
And the veil of the whispering Pacific breeze
That flutters the leaves on the white church’s roof
And your black sun kissed hair against those lonely shoulders
Worlds away I’ll be there with you
As we share our feet in the same ocean; staring at the same retreating sun.
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