Contributor: Lyla Sommersby
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These open skies, this deep, cerulean sea
that wraps these black sand shores
that wraps, crashes
against the dark and glittering flow.
Every inch of sea and sky
reminds me of your eyes
Every inch of old flow pāhoehoe
reminds me of your hair,
the warmth of your touch,
the sweetness of your smile.
Even now,
the wind seems to whisper your name.
Even now,
the whole island seems to wait,
ready to welcome
the man, the god
who brings song to my lips
who brings music to the tips
of fingers
that so sorely miss your touch.
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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.
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