Somo
Dust me over
With your moonshine
So bright
I rest here
By the Oceanside
Tonite
The waves are gentle
Caressing the rock-worn shore
The tide marches further down low
Sitting back against the cliff
Sinking into grainy sand
No other human in sight
Red Sands Beach
My bedroom for the night
The stars wink
Billions speckled in the blackened sky
Their wandering eyes
Hold mystic secrets
That mortal minds seldom comprehend
Stories of cosmic forces
Of the gods at play
Of histories long passed away
Of these matters, for us
Only residues get left behind
Instant replay
Left in time
Subtle impressions
An example of such
Are the night marchers
Who stalk the quiet night
All alone on this beach
I hear their music tonite
They roar through the jungle
With fire in their eyes
Drumbeats in their hearts
Footsteps wild
Protecting their homeland
The Ina
From their enemies
The chanting of the ancients
Rhythmic tribal sounds
Echoes off the Cliff side
Spiraling down
Watch shivering flesh
I try to show no fear
But am aware of the reality
That the marchers may come near
If they do
Those proud spirits
Never look em in the eye
But bow down low to the ground
Stay there to pay your respects
And let them march on by
For even in death
The warrior remains alive
Hawaiian ghosts immortalized
