History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

Greed, crowned emperor,rules the earth with cold disdainfor harmony’s path.