Deep sleep, with a sib
Cocooned from distant thunder
Sky studded with stars
Beneath the willow
Painted gold without a sun
Nourished by red stream
A dream, a vision
A job, a reality
A lifetime, withered
The bells tolling bright
Air ecstatic with voices
Melting frigid hearts
A darkened stranger
Without a home or a name
Flattened to the earth
Calm winds gently fly
Past the mountains, soaring high
Wondrous to the eye
The end of a path
Winding down, ready to spring
Ready to renew