A rose in an inkwell it is to me
This tiny island in the sea
With clouded peaks and tradewinds free.
A quiet cove, a banyan tree.
Lofty white clouds float slowly by
To gently brush her mountains high.
Here on my back at the beach I lie
Just looking up at a clear blue sky.
This I know I can live without,
But the call of Hawaii I have no doubt
Will be an echo a haunting shout,
That from my mind, I can't shut out.
Nolan L. Julian
1976