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...

You spent your last days in a hospital room
One month before your beating heart stopped...

Hurricane spins in a churning sea
Storm driven winds across the depths...