Monument - Aeon Sable

Growing breathless red and violet orchids

Reflecting in the liquid mirror of golden seas

This cold but warm touch, silver stained kiss

Cultures reborn from mud and dirt, grains and streams

One treasured touch, aviating, dash and blaze

Beggars can’t be choosers and bad seeds grow tall

Wakeful revelations of elusive mountains

The ones that we all once will walk through