For Monica

Lucent strands of beauty rare
Beams alight the forest green
Spectral visions, twilight fair
Fireflies, a dance unseen

Sweet contentment, golden dreams
Timeless stories, shades of truth
Azure crystals, gentle streams
Here and now the yearning youth

Lost in fragrant springtime days
Spinning ’round the wheels of time
Leaving burdens, well-worn plays
Listen to the morning chime!