The Shade Of A Lighter Green
In a feeling of subdued memories,
And the fragrance of that; litter'd
here and there,
In that self-seeking unconsciousness,
Of distorted and blurred images; somewhere
in the past,
Beyond the mortal realm, unreachable by men; since
time has past,
And of the pathos, the laments of the humanists,
Midst the hallowed universal plot; music
a temporal chaos.
I cry, I weep,
But I live on...