Hawai’i sonnet 40

You whisper dawn again and I think

damn, you’re going to go. You rise

and I can’t catch my breath for you

speaking your soft night’s end song.

Some is little lost by you with your goodbye,

my whole self aching that I can’t go with you

to listen to you shape the air,

craft words rise from your lips.

Your breath, a soft melody,

breathes life into some deepest part of me,

your tongue, the master,

conductor of the music music music

fading me, a ghost to haunt

the set pedestrian plod of silent day