MOKU
The moment of peace, I see you...reaching...beseechingly free. This is my Moku, my island...still forming, all loving, Hawaii. When I wander alone and so weary...The palm trees whisper my name. though in the desert, I hear them. The words that I hear bring me shame. No man can stay on an island. Yet this, I know is untrue...for my spirit is no longer with me...but lying within my Moku. Look in the eyes of all strangers...know they are yearning for peace...feel the pain of the lonely...constantly searching for ease. This I know and can tell you...take the path to pure paradise...where there is love filled aloha...and beaches with warm sunny skies. Follow me home, I will show you...I will wonder and wander no more. I go for the spirit I abandoned...alone, on that so distant shore. Fly with me, close your eyes...dream. Picture a quiet lagoon. A waterfall and a young maiden...combing long hair 'neath the moon. The moment of peace, I see her...Beseeching me, reaching me, free...this is my Moku, my island...can you feel ...all loving...Hawaii
