As I sit on the beach at Ka’anapali I see a mountain before me in the distant haze
It is never a clear view, for all my seven days
I long to see it through crystal clear eyes
And wonder what it holds as its lone surprise
But the clouds never lift, the view never clear
So I’m left to wonder what lies there…
5/31/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem