I gaze now through my third eye
My meditation deep...

Shadows of the night
Lithe dark forms of graceful ways...

I dreamed that you stood beside me
In your arms a sled...

I sit in silence, peacefully awaiting
For Trees to whisper their tales...

Whispers dying in the wind
They speak of romance once so true...

Arise young maiden!
Steadily you raise your head...

I pray for help, O Lord
In all I say and do...

When you listen to the daily news
And hear tales of murder...

Fireflies dancing
Through the deep darkness of night...

Shadows of the world's own past
Of beauty and of peaceful tranquility...

Swaying in the breeze
In the fields of beauty's grace...

I sit attune to silent music
On this delicate flower...