18 April 2012
Sitting here, in my place Beside the hearth; I sit back and think: Think of times past, And times to remember.
It only seemed, that yesterday I was here with you and we, Happy as could be, were rolling round in the Spring grass.
A fresh scent: Such things never seemed so sweet: Until they were beyond my reach.
I can only wait; while my fire flickers and dies; And a lonely god weaves out my fate.
I Remember • Opuss № I