Aotearoa – Long White Cloud

Time to wait for mercy.
Looking at seagull,
licking the long white cloud.
Looking for signs.

Flashing eyes of the warrior
Rain falls on an umbrella,
filling silently your thoughts.
It will allow to ignite your memories,
piercing like a dagger.

You’re a poetic, secret pleasure dusk
with sensuous mystery of moon night
in a living paua shell.

Walking on dignity,
watching the white cloud glide behind horizon
and writing the sound of the sparkling water sea in black-sand.

Your soul such as the sea wild and deep.
True life: silently the cloud speaks to ear of the sea.
Talking about purification
and drawing a solitary starry sky on your way.