This pretty much wrote itself.
The last solstice
It’s winter in the east
And snow drifts upon the great wall
There’s a chill in the air around Nagasaki
As our hemisphere looks away from the sun
Into the starry oasis of the night
The decades have come to rest here
Full with the memories of years
Clouds drifting along the stratosfear
In canyons of dreams and visions
And we have sat enthralled
Never begrudging the tyranny that beauty holds over our hearts
Nor the longing written into the soundtrack of our lifes
The watercolor wash of the decades have had their way
And I am the better for it.
And though strangers we remain
I take my leave with a grateful heart
Upon which your songs will forever play
For Edgar Froese
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