Become...

Become like the call of the nightingale’s chirp,

Become like the roar of the elephant’s birth,

Become like the soul of the daylight break,

Become like the rustle of the tree stalk shake,

Become an existence that is larger than you,

Become an ideal of all that is true,

Become like the light that shines over all,

Become the voice that answers every call.

Become someone larger than pride and strife,

Throw out the verbal dagger and knife,

Become like a bouquet of roses and bloom,

Spread the fragrance of love and swoon,

Become like the smile of an infant child,

Become like the innocence of the beast in the wild,

Become like the serenity of the corpse deceased,

Become like the terror of the awaiting beast…

Let it Snow

Let it snow with the fury of the mighty wind,
Let it snow with the passion of the forbidden sin,
Let it fall on earth like frozen tear drops,
Let us watch as the ghostly world then stops,
Let not a leaf move,
Let there be no mortal sound,
Let there be nothing but specks of white,
Strewn over the landscape like a mad painter,
Let it snow with the fury of the mightly wind,
Let it snow with the passion of the forbidden sin.