“THE MEADOWS OF MEDEA
'The meadows lay weeping with tears like an emerald's gleam; while every nightingale is seeking the shelter of its only willow's green.
And silently,
my step falls on leaves
that carry me much further than I'd dream; for willows and thoughts are fading slowly while everything eternal is not seen - and yet they keep
so many of us in good company - for some can not be on their own, nor can they be free.
So I found peace,
the one eternal each one seeks
and so I left my soul for emerald's gleam; while the meadows still lay weeping with grief over my grave so quietly for it lays beneath the shadow of its only willow's green.”