'neath the willow by the star studded lake
overlooking deep mountain flickering...

Here in my heart, throbs your beat
gentle, calm, peaceful...

Towards the dam I will wait
Silently, patiently...

Distant drum beats a thousand cries over the hills
as I trace footprints to the past of bare men...

Humming songs of days gone by
Echoes diverts notes to follow...

There is no place like home
where memories embeds...

Winter still emerges; radiant. Forever to linger...
While clouds form shapes; haphazard. No one floats...