I scan a cloud across the sky, once proud and bright and charged with fire,
stringed by swift wings, the twilight lyre, only to fade before my eyes.
Devolved, invisible, a wordless cry; where has it gone, bright light’s desire?
Devolved, invisible, a soundless sigh; where has it gone, bright light’s desire?
Too short the day, eternal liar. Love is the way I learned to lie.
Extant of time, numberless die — All is nul set at eventide.
Devolved, invisible, a wordless cry; where has it gone, bright light’s desire?
Devolved, invisible, a soundless sigh; where has it gone, bright light’s desire?