I believe in this...

...late summer mists across the evening park...

...as I pass the time of day then head home,

steeped in thoughts of Monument Hill.

I'm not going to give up until I see

the eyes of angels staring lovingly at me

the prince of peace my guide will be

across dry stone walls and glen and fee...

...caught lost in the diaries of

Josephine.

The siren call of Diana, the guiding light

of the good shepherd high, high

in the sky

my lover's sword dragged through the

damp loam my heart is full

as my soul merged warrior love

returns home to me.