Quiet melody
A gentle mind daydreaming
Imagines pleasant lives pictured
Cut into silent stone defined
Chiseled shapes of unheard sound
Molded solid that the waking world
Might touch the evidence and trace
That place in fancy where we cannot go
Finding such a hard space to face
So unmoving and unmoved
Squatting always silent still
The middle of this unquiet world
How hard to ever see its beauty
When set against such a longing truth
Aloha and e komo mai. I'm an author of prose and poetry born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. I publish a daily rough draft here on my author site. Please read with me, comment, and please share your own writing. Mahalo for reading, and a hui hou.
Lanning Lee 