Silver lace spun cross the sky
Pierced by Luna's blazing eye...

Solitude rises like vapor from the still pond
Trapping me in depths of Winter...

Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...

Gently sings the night,
A palm tree sways its slow serenade to the wind...

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed...

Stars burning in the vault of the sky
Violet-tinged In my Winter season...

The desolate graveyards of yesterday's tears
Are lying below me in wilderness clears...

Rivers flow down towards the bay
And with them, lifetimes swept away...

A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...

Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...

Grey clouds drift from mist-soaked hills,
Draw dryads from woods pristine...

If you could see the tapestry of life on which all...
Then you'd feel the purpose to which we've all...