Nostálgia

The light was leaving in the west it was blue 
The children’s laughter sang 
And skipping just like the stones they threw 
Their voices echoed across the waves 
It’s getting late 

And it was just another night 
With a sunset and a moonrise 
Not too far behind to give us just enough light 
To lay down underneath the stars 
We listened to Papa’s translations 
Of the stories across the sky 
We drew our own constellations 

The west winds often last too long 
And when they calm down, nothing ever feels the same 
Sheltered under the Kamani tree 
Waiting for the passing rain 
Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea 
Stars up above us chasing the day away 
To find the stories that we sometimes need 
Listen close enough and all else fades 
Fades away 

And it was just another night 
With a sunset and a moonrise 
Not so far behind to give us just enough light 
To lay down underneath the stars 
Listen to all translations 
Of the stories across the sky 
We drew our own constellations