If you become a poet
What you leave behind is words
You wish for future readers
Readers who have heard

The music in your soul
The vision in your mind
The torment of your obsessions
I hope you treat me kind

Full moon tonight
White alight the glow
Church gentle stone
Celtic Cross I know

Little garden pathway
Frat house Fortunate Son
My prayers are in the angle
And for Taipei 101

          Thy will be done.