I am hungry, starving. I have searched this great ocean, looked in every cave for that illusive 'uhu.
With every empty cave I grow wearier, with every failed strike of my spear I grow weaker and more hopeless.
I know where she lies. The 'uhu that could sate my painful hunger. The fish that could feed my heart, my soul, my body, my mind. cause my very na'au to sing out in joy.
But I dare not venture too deep into that cave. It is forbidden. Blocked by Eels with angry
judging eyes, and teeth as jagged as a mountain top.
But there, behind all the foreboding, and the threat of the eel's painful bite, I see the 'uhu. its scales shine bright and beautiful in the light, that waxes and wanes like the tide on the shore.
I cock my spear and point, but I could never release. For fear that if I do I will only loose it forever. Instead I stay at the cave mouth and admire it from afar. Happier to revel in its beauty, to imagine the hunger leaving my body, the pain drifting away from me on the sea.
the flowers of the melia tree. once filled my life with joy and happiness.
colors so bright and vivid, i would lose myself in that familiar blend of tranquil whites, calming pinks, fiery reds, and joyous yellows.
a fragrance that would still my heart, so sweet carried on the trade winds. i would revel in the scent, floating weightlessly, my soul as a feather on the breeze.
but the tranquil winds have become mighty gales, and the flowers have gone. carried on the heavy winds to a place far from my heart. and i am left as bare and empty as the gnarled branches of this once beautiful tree.