Sing my candle, my gentle soul. The way is calling, the dreams are calling.
The magic and the spirit of eternity predestine your life.
Shoulder the courage within you, breathe with the essence of life,
with the mist of truth.
Dance forever onward in the darkness, into the darkness…
My love goes with you… even in that darkness…

 

 

 

Last diary entry, March 13, 1993

© Jane Rita O’Shaughnessy 1993; 2021