Filled with moonlight, I stand by the sea. Under shining stars the night’s dark embrace leaves the kiss of peace on my grizzled cheek. I

With elegant wings heron carves the air above the tide. No combat or struggle, just thin bone and muscle leaving the image of a perfect

Gaia wears her gentle face on August days, light winds and sunlight cast in white gold upon the sea. Daring to be still I drink

No one is alone in the quiet of the world. The sky leans down, the broad sea opens and the forgiving earth holds your sorrow.