cold summer recalls winter warmth,
candles every memory that was,
illuminates every memory to be.
as late as Romanian trains,
Happy New Year's Eve flew,
fallen, self-invited DraconiaN, figures.
as early as human traces,
sad old life's dawn landed,
risen, welcomed serenian, reflections.
as eternal as love echoes,
statornic now, time friends stop,
most dead feel life most.
Remembering the unreal New Years Eve with my love and Mr. Anders and his sweetheart Tanita. Mr. Anders is sovran among frontmen of any band; his horde, Draconian.