Kalapana

Here the sky is a dome where my eyes become stars and the wind blows heavy in the morning with salty mists
Blackened lava fields are Pele's fingers that stretch as far as the eyes can follow
down to the ocean where the sturdy and the dreamers build homes for their souls to reside - protected by the land  
The Aina, the land drenches the soul like wine, if you stay long you will become the land, in each step is life, is Aloha  
Here I wait for you, blue sky becomes your eyes, the rough land, like your working hands
I love the land and you are the land  
Here, Pele sleeps but will wake again without a doubt  
Precarious is the life but the magic never left this place and sister moon seems a little bit closer  
I feel you everywhere, even though you are far from me  
I feel I have returned from a long journey back to Kalapana.