A lost Angel alone 
by the river of love,
you shed sad tears 
for lost eternity fading 
into dark stars 
at the far-flung edge of known time 
spinning away 
into cosmic hues of color.

Meditation now ends,
I awake to new life 
of a dying planet 
where no one understands 
or cares 
how it will end
confined in their egos of death.

Prayer flags will still flutter 
gently into quiet summer breezes.
Rivers of love 
shall never end.