No pot of gold to wait for us at other end
But life Immortal to be lived in summer skies.
Long corridors of rainbow hues, await us there
And rooms all filled with stardust bright.
Than can be counted by our mortal tongue.
No food of earth we’ll eat, but ambrosia
nectar sweet and fit for gods
These viands shall be sipped from tall
glasses made of purest jade.
We’ll pass across the sky, upon our rainbow bridge
And find our Summer in the sky.
Excerpt from The Anthenium