Quazune Remembered
With silver eyes,
scattered,
reminder to bygone days,
between mountains and river,
our world,
under children's eyes.
In the garden,
stars from water and earth,
the sweetest fruits,
tempting,
bananas and oranges.
The odor of the forests,
the far drifting honey grass,
in the nearby village,
kunai huts and smoke.
coffee in full flower,
like morning dew.
The vast Waghi valley,
Kaukau mounds and Kumu.
Protecting Kunaigrass
separating water and mountains.
Pictures from memory ,
between coffee and tea plantations
Quazune, my friend,
where did the sky go?
Where is the warmth of the day?
Lost in the thicket of forest,
whispering loneliness
And birds of paradise
sing their last tunes.
Those wonderful days,
memory of time, like
falling leaves.
Now silent songs.
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