now that the sun’s discarded
all hopes of its light finery
the shadows it imparted
are but the past’s dark memory
cast now in this last season
from summers ever held in dreams
as spectres free from reason
to form that which they may not seem
now that the sun’s discarded
all hopes of its light finery
the shadows it imparted
are but the past’s dark memory
cast now in this last season
from summers ever held in dreams
as spectres free from reason
to form that which they may not seem