Kaloko, 19.43’03.08″N, 155.54’57.52″W, Big Island, Hawaii
There is a forest in the clouds, or is it the other way around. Its on the mountain back of town, this mysterious place I found. At the end of a twisted road, well below the jagged peak, there is no trail from there to where, grows the olden forest, that of which I speak.
Sweetly singing birds I hear but they are never seen. The air is lull, the light is soft somewhat like a dream. Then from all around, there is the sound, behind the trees of whispers and somewhere in the distant, on a long forgotten instrument, someone scratches out a tune.
Could it be a woodland elf
A nymph or sprite
The music is not right.
Then suddenly I remember
as the mist is moving in
the legend of lost warriors
that go marching in the night.
With the shifting mist the thumping fades, my heart regains its pace. I look around and try to laugh, there is no one in this place.