Today is a time to endure, a time to await the Cortege that journeys to bring forth my Koro at the Inlet nestled at the foot of Whakaari, the Panting Rock;
the Bluff that initiates breathless exertions echoing up from steep and difficult pathways.
There at the Cove below the assembly will gather to await, he, the progeny of our Ancestors.
It is so; a deep and yearning affection, abides in aching memories welling a surging rush to brim and cascade into a deep weep, the weep of the inconsolable.
Grief so renders me desolate and lost, to drift in that deep chasm of sorrow.
Yonder the Day Star winkles and glistens above the great hills and over a solitary sail appearing on the horizon of an undulating sea.
The figurehead of an approaching Prow appears from the distant ocean haze. A doleful ache arises in me.
It is he, borne upon his approaching Bier, distant and solitary, yonder, as a lonely Seal asleep, upon a heaving sighing sea.
I, transfixed to gaze at the Waka Taua consuming the distance, swiftly approaching and gliding in to its moorings and to the awaiting assembly.
Harken to the sounds emanating from out there!
Listen, to the departing rush of his restless Spirit gone by, drifting to and thro in search of the pathway to the Ancestors.
On towards the moaning, murmuring clamour of a tormented forest agitated by the Southerlies howling gusts and on to the resting place of peace.
