Pokarekare Ana

"The waves are breaking against the shores of Waiapu.
My heart is aching for your return, my love.
Oh my beloved girl, come back to me,
I could die of love for you.

The Sun's hot sheen won't scorch my love,
Being kept evergreen by the falling of my tears.
Oh my beloved girl, come back to me,
I could die of love for you.

I have written you a letter and enclosed with it my ring,
So your people could see how much I am troubled for you.
Oh my beloved girl, come back to me,
I could die of love for you.

My poor pen is broken, my paper is spent,
But my love for you endures and remains forever more."

Rainy Moody

The trumpet's sound reverberates off walls of concrete,
And twenty stories of window pane provide reflection for night lamps and Street walkers,
But the stars remain images.
The twelfth story man looks out his office window to glimpse the city life,
And for once finds contentment in a long night of work.
A nineteen year old girl at a club called Ground Level tries ecstasy for the First time
And decides she doesn't really like it.
A man and the woman he loves get caught in a rainstorm,
He finds her goose-pimply pale skin and wet brown hair completely Disarming.
The stars still shine over cloudy skies.