Hawaiian Lions

Inside the eons of caverns exist

Hawaiian lions far from suppression and

deaden pain.

Thick wind in their manes,

Hawaiian lions fly on glistening redden wings,

out of craters every night.

And bathe on ocean reefs

far from

the missions of politicians

and religious impositions.

They bite speakers of leaden words

and stiffen jeans.

The bitten are taken sick

by the brighten widen horizons,

and sing of Eden

roaring in their veins,

for seven days.

And long before they return home,

as healed content purring kittens,

humming of sweet blossoms and

calm deep caverns existing

before the World breathed,

they become Hawaiian lions,

stretched out on beaches relaxing.

At ease.

(This poem was inspired by my visits to Hawaii, and from observing how other visitors like myself, are transformed.)

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