Amber night sighs Winter’s breath,
touching needled Pines
where resolute arms
protect the place owned by the dead.
they rush here and there,
and fail to see fingered roots
grasp empty air stricken ,
by mortals worldly blows.
Resolute stillness lies below
where heavenly care beckons
spirits of another time
that freely soar,
transcending all earthly spheres
we so well know,
victoriously shedding cloaks so well worn,
to rise to heights only dreamed of before,
as White-Yellow fire sears True Hope - where meaning and value
are moral codes.
A realm unwalled by human foes,
releases Real Love - unexpected and Bold.