Beneath starry skies
she sleeps, dreaming
of the ocean pearls
so deep.
As silver droplets of
the moon fall in
her golden hair

The brown leaves
that shiver on the
bare branches greet
the last rays of gold
as the sun goes down.
A melody rises over
that velvet, shade of
fading green.
Bells of the indifferent
wind chime, for I am led
to a miracle of ancient
mother.
How beautiful...
A rose that grows waywardly
from within autumn's woods.
Spirits delighted to see the
rose that will not die, her red
petals shame my lips while
drooped sisters weep bitterly.
And in my garden, exquisite
fragrance,
Old memories,so sweet,
despite the thorns.
Illusions of the happiness of
the asleep and the dead...

Midnight winter
drooped her
garden of roses.
Frozen petals
scattered through
the indifferent
wind as crystal
snowflakes are
swiftly drifting by.

So sister Moon
shed a single
tear of sorrow
- A silver droplet
fell from
heaven's sky.
Slipping and sliding
from pine needle
to pine needle.

And when brother Sun
spread his gold,
he saw a sparkle
in the snow.
Two red cherries
hanging alone,
Nightfall slowly comes.

She stared with delight
as it began to shine.
He gave her
the gift of life
to her garden
of one moonflower,
Blooming in infinite ways...

The autumn dawn
has fainted,
****-frost shines
through my eyes.
Ghostly mist
from pine to
pine is
beckoning,
like a silver
breeze to
hallow all.
Our burdened
breath, it haunts
us everywhere.
I feel the silence
tearing up
my lost soul.
Where nightingales
do not sing
and dream the
blue skies of
the North,
I drift through
that middle air,
magic
is blazing
in my auburn hair.
And in these lonely
hours-ancient spirits
reflect within me.
Faces carved in
dead wood
walking on
my strings.
A seashore
howling below
the mountain
dew glen.
But i do not fear
to run in woodland
memories,
Into this autumn day,
Far, far away...