Tonight these pictures flashing past
Souls repose, and lying last,
To quiet down my minds desire,
And let this silent prayer expire.
My heart keeps pumping, blood and thought,
How never any ending wrought
The dreams I chased in days of youth,
And in this ending softly soothe
My bent and old, and brittle mind,
This peace brought forth for just a time.
As silent pounds the rain outside,
So my giving slowly dies.
To pour myself from out this cup,
One silent tear seems not enough...