Agathodaimon - Faded Years

To not forget our loving, should I a sign implore?

I'd ask for you, but dearest, you are your own no more

Nor do I beg a flower from in your golden hair

Forgetfulness, beloved is but my single player



Oh what a sad sensation, when joy that soon did wane

Not swift with it to vanish, but ever here remain!



When through tits life to wander it has been writ, it seem

A dream made out of shadow, a shadow made of dream



No matter when I die, this or some later day

My wish is out of the mind of all to I pass away

And you forget the dream that our two hearts endears

When you loom back, beloved, upon the faded years



Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone

As though we midst our loving each other had not known

A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime

To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time



As though those hours of wonder in fact we did not live

That I so deeply love you dear one can you forgive?



My face turned to the desert you left me all alone

And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone

And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim

Then who will know me or know from whence I came?



Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone

As though we midst our loving each other had not known

A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime

To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time



While then... should they my body into the gutter throw

Still that would be far better than what I suffer now



Afar of in distance a flock of crows arise

And darken all the heavens before my sightless eyes

Beyond the earth's steep margin a hurricane does start

Flinging to the world my dust and to the wind my heart



Yet as in spring the blossom do you remain the while

With gentle eyes and humid and tender, childish smile

So much a child, yet seeming each day to younger grow

And of my fate know nothing as I too nothing know



My face turned to the desert you left me all alone

And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone



And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim

Then who will know me or know from whence I came?



While then... should they my body into the gutter throw

Still that would be far better than what I suffer now