Emotional stroke
Frozen in space and in time
Window framed in gold
Neatly placed upon a wall
Waiting for your pilgrimage

Beyond my doorstep,
A jealous Pacific moans,
Clawing at the shore,
Where winding concrete ribbons,
Flirt with salt-kissed cypress trees.

This candle burns on,
Lighting the way for others,
But will it burn me?
“What Folly!” I say aloud,
As I light another match.

Flying through the air,
Only to land once again,
On this earthly plane.
Does flight feel this free for birds?
Is this their everyday bore?

Stars will pass us by~
On the Milky Way express~
We are unafraid!
Comfort lies with our journey,
Not cosmic destinations.

Through a winding wood
Past the eucalyptus hall
The cypress spire spoke
What man endeavors to make
Nature will always take back

Alone in this world,
I set forth on my journey.
Let the trumpets sound!
Let the percussionist play!
I will rise to meet this storm.

Approaching our gate
Surcoat lined in silver swirls
This dark traveler,
A stranger to Summer Courts
With arms open, welcome him!

I yearn for a hearth
Where my travel shoes can hang
My feet up and warm
But I must remind myself
That even hearth flames ember