Time is filled with false promise Pain does not erase forever The sweet momory of a face Interwoven lives in golden haze Amongst memories of dead tomorrows Lined up alongside shimmering woods barefoot with grass Ghost like ribbons of unproven tomorrows Floating images spent on quiet ponds Periscope eyes yielding dippers, into dreamtimes of effortless passion Vast vaults of time smooth with summertime sleep This is what I see as I look deep Long slender fingers pressing down Keys black and white Lifetimes spent... Sacred Sound Notes carved from your heart sent heaven bound You lived four score and ten You name unwhispered in other hearts Nor was there one who greeted you at your door You called out, cried out long into the nights This lifetime spent alone and lame No fame or recognition But poverty and hunger were your daily bread A single cover for your bed, not even a pillow for your head Ink a few sheets of paper, candles some wine You spent your all, to own a mistress, of wood and bone The candle you burnt was at both ends Without regret your heart was given in its purest form Bliss is what you mastered wth your art you used the pain of us apart So full and open was your heart that your music did not dim with age I called for you one whole month and then another Come to me come to me softly I whispered Come rest you've done your best Time to come home my Darkling It is the end... this script... this test Lay your head upon her ivory skin Kiss her fare thee well I promise you shall meet again. Come rest, the best is yet to be You rose up from four score and twenty. Your room alive with warmth and golden light Covered in Blue Stars you took my hand, a very bright light was burning You grinned, you saw a youth A boy of twenty in your skin