Walking along a forest path not yet wearily
I think I'm sure I know this path, my...

Ask what is mine.
All that is mine...

O'Gentle love have I finally realized thee?
Across the vast I searched. Never understanding...

I love you so much that I could die.
Your face is burned into my very memory...

Under the oak
I spy my love...

Delicate fluff
pulled...

The cold of winter surely awaits
outside, wind and snow etch...

Moonlight
falls from sparkling winter sky...

What you have spoken in my mind
Clearly I've seen before the earth was fives...

The wee little Pissant complained more his fair...
He wailed and cried that life just isn't fair...

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...

There is no right or wrong decision.
There are no idiots nor brilliance...