Here I lie in coffin cold
My life a tale
No longer told
I feel no wind, no misty gale
The ground is dead
No room to sail
But now comes life back to my head
I have a goal
Words to be said
It has come back, my renewed soul
I break the crust
I reach the soil
Emerging shadow, a corpse full of dust
Rising from the grave
In a weary thrust
I hide no more in the shaded cave
I walk the night
The world my slave
Yet, seeing self in dim moonlight
I see young hands
Prepared for flight
The broad reversal of time's great sands
Has brought me back
To youth's lost lands
I feel great joy; I have no lack
No piles of worry
Upon my back
But times leaps back, my features blurry
Youth overtakes me
In such a hurry
Manhood leaves me, no beard do I see
The years fly by
My height to the knee
So this is death; here I lie
Returned to birth
Condemned to die |
