Like sun and sky reflected in the rhythm of the ever-flowing river,  
They embraced long before they touched,
Sweetly kissed in the soul before lips ever met.  
From eternity they were lovers,
Before stars sprinkled light across the canopy of darkness;
Wrapped one another in arms of affection,
Before oceans wrapped themselves round cold and formless earth.

They laughed and cried like wind and rain in the hallowed dreams of heaven
Before ever they wailed at birth;
Played like moonlight dancing along mountain lake,
Before ever they learned to walk.
Both belong to the other –
Giving and receiving everything and nothing.  

And one could not live without the other,
Any more than tree can grow without soil.  
They are two lovers; they are one soul.
One.

So blind! So blind!
We rush toward our own destruction
Laughing…

Underneath a waning Autumn moon I look up into the clear night sky,
Contemplating how the heavens never seem to change with the burning winds of history.

The howling gods of war may let a million pints of blood upon the ground
Bury a thousand hapless souls at sea, yet the stars still shine --
Warm, bright spots against the cold, enveloping darkness --
So impersonal, so eternal.

The pendulum of Fate swings in our world from triumph to tragedy.
This is our lot. We are born, we die; we laugh, we cry; we believe, we doubt...
We love, we hate; we fight, we surrender -- the tidal flow, never ceasing.

Like the moon, we are here in the fullness of mysterious beauty, then seen no more.
Another glimmering orb rises above the night horizon to take our place.
And how else should it be? We were never meant forever,
Yet life lives on like so many lights in the dark vault of heaven.

We have been given so little time.
Our life is like one lunar cycle,
The backdrop an infinite universe with no beginning, no end.
Yet for a space we cast a pale beam upon our world,
Quietly illumine what would otherwise be hidden beneath a cloak pitch black
Whisper secrets otherwise buried in graves of blindness.

For awhile we tell our story to other children of the night as we circle round the earth;
We will not always speak, just as the moon not always shines,
For our life is but thievery, just as the moon steals her light from the sun.

Like so many stars in the cold, night sky we await the day under a canopy of darkness.
In a world tossed about like chaff in the wind --
Always changing yet remaining so much the same --
We come, we go spend our moments in earnest for a never-dying fire,
An eternal dawning, a never-ending beginning.

But now it is night, and it is cold … and the Autumn moon is waning.

Into the mausoleum of soul, so empty and dry,
The living dead in state, with no soul to cry,
You dance in with the brush of an angel’s wing,
Flood my crypt with light and song of life sing.

Does this man stir to the sound of vibrant tune?
Stretch to break out of death’s hallow cocoon?
Piercing cat’s eye looking deeply in my heart,
She bids me stand, a new life journey to start.

And has She changed this grave to sanctuary
By Her breath of life and dancing so freely?
Has God so beautiful blown open the door
To liberate my soul in the heavens to soar?

But why such boon for me in this life anew?
With kiss and caress, She whispers, ‘I love you.’

Screams of hate
That never abate
In battles we fight
With all our might
Because we are right
And love out of sight.

With collected reason
Quite out of season
And our world turning
Society still burning
No one is learning
Souls keep churning.

Never an appeal
To the sacred seal
And ever hell bent
Far too spent
To now repent
Of selfish torment.