19 April 2007

too far the blue

the end comes faster than we could allow
for change and time are both of them divine
we toast the dead and drink for them the wine
each of us trapped by an ancestral vow
the past might hold us we're not certain how
the spirits that we saw have crossed the line
to come to earth to see how we refine
all of our customs into the deepest bow
nor when we've let the time turn into past
and all our yesterdays are now old dust
we let the strength that wanted to be ours
into the emptiness of lost hopes be cast
trapped in cold memory both joys and lust
and yet we bend our necks before the powers

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