A sound of a flute playing solo
echoes across mountain slopes,
caressing islands and beaches,
as the boat drifts with the tide

I froze an ice wreath made
of rose petals and boxwood,
to celebrate your life.
A floral halo to float upon
your Pacific Ocean grave

A toast, gin and tonic
pass among our friends,
they watch your circle of life
melt into ocean's salty bay,
leaving your grey ashes
to dance upon rippling water

Today, I will begin my journey,
to deprive myself of food,
for it is my final wish and destiny
to long last be with you

Renate, I hear your flute
Soon sweetheart, soon..

01/24/2004