The Hawaiian Half-Full Moon

Chapter One

We are sure in our guts that we see
his spirit or soul, like a thin smoke,
ascend.
From the foot of the woody back hills
into the half-mooned sky
over the warm Hilo tide...

which ebbs,
in a native Hawaiian accent,
and stabs,
shamelessly...
like a drunken sailor gone mad,
into the side of the peaceful silver beach sand.

Or,...
Is it the clouds in our welling eyes?

Under a sea of simmering stars,
like two hapless parents just lost their most loved child
we sob, aloud, in silent grace
feeling nothing but sorrow inside,
over our old Earl Grey's
new death.

He's The smartest cat we have ever had.

Chapter Two

Still like yesterday, we remembered,
he came in to say goodbye
in our half-awake dreams

No pain, nor sorrow
he just sat there in the silent darkness
No tears, nor cries
only affectionate stares we exchanged

We were glad he's gone gracefully in peace.

Still so vividly the spirit of his often returned
riding the cool breezes of the Southern Pacific Trade Wind
into our insomniac dreams
while the night's deepened

Farewell, we said, be well Earl Grey, our child
while he remains, as always, silent
as mute as the half-full moon fallen
atop the distant quarter-mile-high mountain

It's impossible, we acknowledge, to have him once again
rubbing our thighs during the days
licking our faces at nights
and pulling our hairs
whenever we're in a chair

Or, play with him again the pin-pun game
for the old times' sakes...

O...
We shall be delighted to have him again
night after night
sleep against our sides
as it has always been
ever since the day he was only a little bitty bean.

Chapter 3

A Song Of Silent Words

There is a song keeps playing
in our head
We can't just make it out what it exactly singing
It's a song of silent words.

There is a picture always displaying
with no playhead
live images of Earl Grey in his hey day
He's never dead
Only taking another journey in another world.

It's like almost a melody of a reality
that contains no real entities
but forever eternity.

In the rolling live show We sees
cascading mountains and many seas

We sees we are seeing him playing
live
with his darling sister Darjiling
his childhood pal and company for life

We sees they are live in their old days
They touch noses they change notes
They run and chase and they wheel
on, and on...

They groom they rub and they wanton
Nothing to dare or fear
All is cheer

Life as usual
Everything is real

As real as the big sea
As far as We can see.

There is a melodic song in a lively picture
always playing...
keeps turning the wheels
within.

We begin to sing
without
aloud
to the song of silent words.

--- The End (or, never) ---