THE LAST HOPE (Kauaʻi ʻōʻō)

i call your name,
i beg for a little solace.

my song echoes through the trees.
i wait for life to be chanted.

the hollow forest answers with silence.

the mute wind caresses the last, drifting feather of hope.

i hear my voice coming back:
one final string of air, gasping your name.

the world shut me down like a lonely,
flickering light at the dusk of time.

do not weep for me.

we will reunite once again,
swiftly spreading our wings in the unlimited blue.