No regrets, beauty eblouissant, the silence behind the wind, the empty road
Alone on this Island of dreams
Emotion overcomes me.
Clouds drawn across the sky,
All the sadness of lost hope crashes like the surf beyond the reef where three white sea
Terns, Kakaia their silent flight;
Like mine no one regrets their passing
Or looks longingly after the space they have left behind in the blue vault of the Pacific sky.