Pele's volcanic lava glows
In the evening’s twilight hour
With passion filled desire
Surging with her power.
She triumphs over man
As she adds unto the land.
Apathetic, she reaches out to claim
Those who dare touch her fiery hand.
Gracefully she moves, quietly she creeps
On her burning path toward the sea.
Wanting, all she covers she keeps...
Pele's steamy kisses are saved for the sea.
Sorrow has followed Pele
All throughout her years.
She leaves behind her sadness
In her tiny ebony tears.
Her majesty and wonder
Leave me breathless in her sight.
I am drawn toward her beauty
And consumed by her delight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem