Melodies reflect
Through the misty hills
Birds skim over
A drunken sea
City lights bleach
A moonlit sky and
Colours break golden as
Seasons flee
Age is revealed
In weary lines to your hand
As like rivers etch away
Divine scars to the land
Half-mast banners
And fleeting smiles
See light sear through
The twisting trees
All watched in comfort
From this here room
Meadow scents drift
On a willing breeze