Sound of birds flying over the volcano

Sleep on, dear friend,
the lava has stopped flowing,
your house was spared.
Sunlight is rippling the koa trees,
shy young seals are returning
to the beach one by one.
Far away a dog barks.
Sleep on, uncaring,

There will be coconut juice,
the scent of almonds
when you wake up, but not yet,
while your lids stay shut, no
can leak from your eyes

Give me a little blue to fly toward,
that’s all I ask,
time enough to leave this island
under the breath of the mountain.
The birds will fly safely
over the volcano.