Frantic death screams rainstorms above the smooth lake of eternity,
The winter sun goddess sprays moon symphonies of diamond light
and crushes my dream time summer visions,
The soaring wind whispers as her power shadows some blue sky
in a purple flood of bitter honey blood,
Lazy white mists shake water from the remenants of spring,
And gone are the thousand roads that run away into the distance
with my raw, aching, eternal sleep.
