First Kiss

A kiss

caresses a curve.

A tinge of pink blush spreads

over the cheeks

of Kahurangi, shadowed blue.

Cosy up sheltering mountains.

Morning arrives in the Bay.

With that first kiss of light,

colour creeps into the dawn

sky and lightens my world.

I move towards the curve of the horizon.

I gladly seek out this new day.

It will mean conversation,

something I struggle with at the best of times,

but 7:00 AM?

I do

speak,

and the words are heard by the world for the first time

I speak of death

And Hades

Dragging us all,

on our own Roller Coaster ride of life,

down to cross the river Styx

and be with Persephone.

So,where is the treasure then?

Hades is the mythical Greek god of treasure, after all

…as well as the darkness.

We are…all of us …the treasure.

So, live.

Kiss.

Understand.

Tihe Mauri Ora.

Andrew Thompson