VOG NEWS

Hilo winds shift,
sending vog over the islands,
a floating gray mist
covering the blue sky.

The vog brings news:
Ua hala i Kumu Hula George Naope,
and the lava creeps across Kalapana
marking his spirit’s departure.
A new star twinkles in the heavens.

At Pu’u Kohola,
the chanters oli reaches the lewa,
as strong men bend to hapai pohaku,
realigning the sacred walls.
The lahui is getting stronger.

There at Honaunau,
green honu fed on limu
a chief in white stands guard
unseen at Hale O Keawe.
Whom does he wait for?

Under the bright moon,
shining at Pu’uloa,
the shark god emerges once more
seeking the Hina stone.
Where did she go?

More than a year ago,
we uwe, we bid aloha,
to our dear Kumu Lake.
His leo lingers in our chants.

Go and tell the story,
the vog converges into the lewa,
the hula masters move on to Po,
never to be forgotten.
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