My Hawaiian Air Poem by Mary Elizabeth Sharma

Whenever I am away
From Hawaii
The first thing I miss
Is the air

The air here is
soft
You can feel it linger on your skin
You can feel it caress your face,
Like a lover

The air here is
warm
You can feel it like fiery fingers tracing
You can feel it snuggle close,
Like a child

But most of all,
The air here is Alive

She snuggles you
She Caresses you
She is everywhere
She is nowhere

And I miss her when I'm gone.