Like all good monks
you entered the continuum,
knew how the light links
the far reaches of time
You who sang
like a red chested robin
of the eternal return
You are passing over
passing in and out of memory
I hear the flutter of wings
A last song of spring
before the melting gaze of summer
Then a fleeting glimpse
of one golden leaf
floating between heaven and earth
Vancouver, 2004-2005