Season in the glens of dappled shadow and light,
Happiness trying to break through evety canopy like a caged feline
Cannot stop the slow death march
Fashioned by the hands of a love
That has already consumed this heart
More than it ever can be a crass passion-
And send it on the way to its vast destination
Separated from this thick dimension only by a thin portal
Through which rays of light already enter
From that Beyond
Which is but one with the heart,
Just like the haunting smile of the one
Who is...