The days spin around me,
where once they were certain
and all was bathed in mystical light
and how the sun rose, painting the sky red
And how the moon would glint in a clear blue sky
Turning slowly whiter as the sky would darken…
I feel that which it all rests upon,
I have drunk from the same well,
I have seen how words hang upon it,
I have seen them float away into endless time.
And just as I had watched dust dance in a beam of sun light,
So I watched life pass before me.
A haze of figures, feelings and forgotten faces.
And felt that which was truly eternal
which though it may not be remembered
would paint itself upon me, never to fade.