Three visible stars
Glass of tempranillo
The final pages of
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Clear calm skies
Breaths settle senses
Like calm leaves after wind
Quiet spreads through trees
And the house
Returning to roots, foundations
Sharers of the evening moon
Heaven and earth - drowsing
The dormant volcanoes
We are, occasionally able
To release hints
Of the indescribable thing

Morning blessed us with your tender grace
A white winter rose in bloom with an angels face

In an instant we fell helplessly in love!
My benevolent spirit now you are free as a dove

Resplendent bundle of innocent beauty
Forever will you remain a sacred part of me

Eternally you will forever live as a shining beacon in my heart
As long does this body draw breath never shall we part