Grandmother Beth's Visions of Antares
| Tis said, We see, "through a glass darkly" |
| While dwelling on this plane .... |
| That far flung star ... so surely waiting still, |
| Wooing sweet ... and ever calling me |
| With promise of fresh Crystal Visions |
| My heart would break to capture. |
| Yet I am the captive ... yearning to return |
| To yield ... and see |
| "Antares Crystal Visions" |