Arohanui: The love of the Gods
broken clouds strike
& Papatuanuku’s passion
is ignited
her green eye opens
& writhing iris dances
as she calls to Ranginui
in agony
love etched
in to the tips
of her outstretched fingers
his signature scrawled
faultlessly along her
curvature
aue
obsidian thoughts
fill the void
as the storm
dissipates
& she weeps
Tsunami...
our crushed spirits writhe in a state of serene inequity
for Tagaloa's thirst
knows no bounds
we the children of Pili
mourn
our beloved dead
the sacred isles
awash with salt
heave with grief
& in the depths of po
we hear them whisper...
from where the tainted light
reveals the shadow's imprint
for Samoa is drowning
Samoa
is drowning
in sorrow
