There is a balance
Between the two close sisters
Thunder and lightning

Kind and wise father
With unconquerable will
The north wind is yours

On the northern rock
Where waves fall like the first dream
We shall meet again

Arabian art
And the violet sunset
Both capture my heart

We suffer our lives
As we seek true enlightenment
The lotus still grows

I long to hold her
Beneath the young maple tree
Where our hearts once met

She died painfully
The small girl with the balloon
The soldiers guffawed

My dreams have come true
They soar high like a skylark
I hope yours do to

It was a soft spark
Amidst a blue hazy moon
As her lips met mine

Sometimes I forget
I wonder if it was warm
The day I met her