Love of the Spirit Immortal

Leaning on the railing, I gaze into the distance. Where my eyes come to rest, could there be an old familiar goose?

I raise my cup and drink beneath the moon. In my heartbreak, I still remember how things were back then.

After all the twists and turns, only a few scattered words remain, etched deep in my heart.

I wake from my dream and think again of all those words, carried away on the wind.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.