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How do you put pen to paper,
writing a story about fictional
work, using your imagination,
when your writing is too factual.

Menehune are a mythological race of Dwarf people,
in Hawaiian tradition, who are said to live in the
deep forests and hidden valleys of the Hawaiian
Islands, hidden and far away from human settlements.
They built temples, fishponds, roads and homes.

Here is a story told to me by a gentleman from Lanai.

When I was a young child, age 12, I was in the hills of
Lanai when I spotted something in a brush patch.
I walked casually, forward to this patch and met a small
Menehune, who I found was also 12 years old. I was of
short stature, about 3 feet tall and the Menehune, was shorter.
I estimated he may have been 2 feet tall.

We talked for a while, then he said he had to go. I never saw him
again, until I was about 60 years old. Fate stepped in and
I met him once more. He was still 2 feet tall and didn't appear
to have aged. I recall my father saying, the Menehune, grew,
at a slower rate than humans and didn't age like the rest of us.

I am much older now, living at a retirement home in the Seattle area.
I hope to return to Lanai to see if my Menehune friend will be at the
same place, I last saw him.

An old writing, for you.

Words over here,
Words over there,
but never are there,
Words to spare.

Where do words
go, when you orate?
Do they vanish in air
or just head for the gate?

Words, once lost,
have now been found.
Why words which are silent,
will never have sound.

The table was in the back of the room,
tucked away, in the corner. Shadows crept,
across the faces of those seated.
She was dressed in furs and an evening gown,
with a Boa wrapped around her delicate neck.
It became obvious that she didn't belong in the
dinginess of this seedy bar. Nevertheless those
present, admired the beauty of her appearance.
No one paid attention to her presence, at least not,
visibly, but they were aware of her presence.

Time passed slowly, throughout the early afternoon.
Soon, the after-work crowd would arrive and do their
usual, "scoping out" of those in the room.
Some brave self, anointed "Casanova" would venture
forth to attempt a conversation with this beautiful woman
tucked into the shadowed recess of the corner.
One such, came forward. He was politely refused to
have a conversation. She definitely was waiting for a
specific person.

Around 7, in the early evening, a foppishly dressed man,
approached, said a few words and sat with the woman.
Their conversation was quite animated, with hand gestures,
and strained laughter. It must not have been pleasant for he
stood up and abruptly left.
A few minutes later, the lovely lady, arose and walked with long
strides, out the door.
I'm unsure of where she went, but there was never another glimpse of
this beauty, who will always be a mystery.

Alone she sat,
under a tree,
searching the horizon,
looking for thee.

Long was her wait.
It shouldn't have been,
but staying, she would,
staying for him.

A love story,
beginning long ago,
coming to finality,
deservedly so.

Sad were the times,
after they had met.
Society in general,
wouldn't let her forget.

Forgetting the why,
her first love left that day,
memories and love went
to a place faraway.

Now she awaits,
waiting for he,
with a love which,
was meant to be.

Memories existing in the mind,
are born in the heart of those we love.
With that in mind, I share with you,
memories of the past, in my heart today.

In the deepest jungle of Africa,
in the wildest landscape,
a creature, known throughout the region,
as the Amazing, Lovable, Ape.

This lovable creature was a friend,
to other residents of the Jungle, green.
It was apparent if he was your friend,
he never would turn mean.

Long days passed by
and the Amazing Ape, wanted to believe,
in others, but was disappointed with
politicians and decided he would leave.

I will roam the World, forever,
from sea to a faraway shore.
I'll soar to heaven on gossamer wings,
for the one I still adore.

If I cannot find her,
I will explore some place more,
to arrive safely and then,
knock on Heavens Door.

I am in a confused state,
will you help me,
find what's missing,
so, I can retain my sanity.

She is young,
and lovely as can be.
There is no way to be with her,
for it is just a fantasy.

To be young again,
to be dreaming, in kind.
To love again,
is on my aged mind.

Age will not stop,
this old reprobate.
Time will be better if,
my love I am to sate.

Wounds to the soul.
Those who others cannot see.
Not an easy spot to be in,
when questions asked thoughtlessly.

They can't help it, is what I hear.
Explanation not good enough for me.
It has been the same person,
who is probing, incessantly.

Sorry my friend,
I know not what to say,
except, "leave us alone"
and for thee I'll pray.