Another sweep of cloud over the moon, and the darkness starts again.
I climb the promontory and hug my Buddha, and sit and face the darkness of the sea. Dark, peaceful, quiet and only the wave in my ear.
A few shore lights lean across the bay. Torches line the lagoon in front of the resort.
People, buildings, trees are stilled. Caught motionless in time while beyond the real world churns.
Yet here by the statue of Buddha the wind and water are alive.
Buddha looks seaward.
And I, facing the sea, meet the delicious darkness.
It is so dark everything is invisible. Blackness of sky lost in blackness of ocean.
Sounds of an ocean that can’t be seen. And darkness.
Forlorn darkness.
A smile of white, and a wave bursts on a grey-dark shore. A scatter of iridescent coral washes up over the volcanic rubble of a shoreline as invisibly dark as the horizon.
Then darkness again.
Another breaking iridescent smile, and unseen water soaks the midnight sand once more.
I sit on a rubble of glowing coral and face the void where blackness of sky meets blackness of sea.
Facing the forlorn darkness.
Our dreams washing against an invisible shore like bright smiles, wash and die against the blackness.
Wash and die, while the moon is gone.
No one watches the ocean in the darkness anymore.
Written in Hawaii on the big island, 1994/95