THE GATHERING PLACE
Ere the new day
Has been born
I awaken to the sound
Of the gentle surging surf
On its early morning round.
Stars are still
And shining brightly
As I reach my balcony
There to gaze out in the night
At the calm Pacific Sea.
Drawing deep breaths to the beat
Of the slurping surf I sigh
Harmonizing with the ocean,
Monk in contemplation, I.
Overwhelmed in solemn stillness
Now a mystic vision see
Polynesian spirits stirring
As they rise up from the sea.
On the blue waves I perceive them
Under white caps stringing foam.
From the swelling sea one stretches
As the other spirits roam.
Then it curls up to the beach,
Sprays a wet kiss
Then ...Aloha!!
Shimmies deftly out of reach.
Soon I see a fleck of white
And a new wave comes a twirling.
'Neath a star just to the right
Looms another one unfurling.
Then the two join in delight
Swaying hips in gentle breeze:
Spinning nymphs of whirling light
Spawning offsprings** in the lees.
Now the swells are cresting higher
Arcing waves and frothy spires
And in palm of surging flume
Zoom!
The warriors of yore
Come to counsel with Kahunas,
At The Gathering Place
Once more.
Cracks the dawn
The spell is broken
Stars blink out and in their stead,
The Hawaiian sun comes shining
Over famous
Diamond Head.
Gone the vision of enchantment
But the memory retains
The pleasant sounds
And gentle breezes
Playing on the sand and sea
Where the mortals and immortals
Haunt the shores
Of Waikiki.
Lee adds, "My poem, tells of my experience as I stood on a lanai overlooking Waikiki Beach. It appears (also), that unveilings take place in distinct places all over the earth. They seem connected to spots where particular events once occurred and, may even still take place."