The Forgotten
I will find and shake the souls of the past
Their death is not real light in them I see
The forgotten will all be remembered on this eve
Their names I have carved upon the ground
In silence may they rise, and make no sound
How deathly were the stars this night?
Pale in the shadow cast by the moon
Long lost is their light
My yearning trembles, and my mouth runs dry
When I remember the fathomless bottom
Of that world
Into which your heart did leap and die
My eyes will not open
To the faces I see at my window
Lost behind the many planes of glass
Forgotten voices of crying sorrow
Never will I look upon them
Never will I answer their call
Or make it my will
To read their scrawls upon my wall
And nevermore shall I go there
To face the demons
Of some unknown origin, dancing there
In the spotlight of the stars
Back there
Somewhere in the past
Into the unsteady depths of History
Where all mistakes are cast
To meet with the brutes
And kings
To slay their gods with the wings
Of science, bound by lucid string
And my mind is overwhelmed
Day by day
With the sun, with the rain
That must break me by light
Then shroud me in grey
Beaten by a winter that is no season
Only a shadow that follows me
Day by day
I will find and shake the souls of the past
Their forgotten embers will outlast
The final flame into which their souls are cast
