MAHINA
The Mahina moon
The reflection of the sun
Its phases touch the sea
And moves the waves
Thirty nights, one journey —
she grows, she rounds, she wanes
each mālama a story told again
written in tide and light
The Mahina moon
The reflection of the sun
Its phases touch the sea
And moves the waves
Thirty nights, one journey —
she grows, she rounds, she wanes
each mālama a story told again
written in tide and light
MAHINA