Tomorrow, tomorrow
But not today
I'll have had forgotten my past, by tomorrow
With the passing of each and every reign
Like a bird stretches it's aged wings
The tears will glow in lost contemplation, listless
The list of things will turn to endless rosy memory
Which will flit away like that bird
Like the wilting of petals
When finally I see you in the light
Yew trees and a dull breeze will take your place
I shall miss your face
And the bird her coruscating cage