One Flower May Slay The Winter And

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.