In your abandoned garden, Nicki, sunlight still prevails: the jasmine climbs the trellis fragrantly, the jacaranda ultravioletly sways. The blossom each of them by your hand planted, will, even if I tell them of your departure from me, not believe the tale. Though the samba has ended, I know in the memory of your smile, you are found, and the beauty within you continues to flow. You were my inspiration; on the highway of time will I meet you again? If the heart ever heals, does the scar always show. In your abandoned garden, beauty is unchanged: the hummingbird still hovers for the scent the frangipane so seductively displays. Camellias, each of them by your hand planted, the sadness of your departure from me still unknown to them, await the kiss of rain...

Damon