When you, in life beyond it's own life, passed in winter's waning rains, you entered our sorrowed dreams, several times you've gently rapped on my door, I quickly would open it- yet, no one was there, are you stepping down from the cherished heights of immortality's reach, to invite us to a celestial gathering of souls reposed, singing in golden beams with the angels ?

the lunar light ascends....deathless elation, celebrants, the Godhead