
In a sea of green,
a cool autumn afternoon—
my white rose blooming.

In a sea of green,
a cool autumn afternoon—
my white rose blooming.

All our worldly things:
jewels, utes, and high rises—
fade in the distance.

Gifts from a loved one:
things with gaping holes in them;
we cling to comfort.

Arms wide, in the air,
partying like the eighties—
wispy clouds scatter.

Strolling at sunset,
racing the deep horizon,
to awake the moon.