in every vestige of immortal time

and every corner of eternal space

you find your heart the victim of a crime

yet innocence shines bright upon its face;

serenity that lingers in the eyes

of souls so weary, longing for reprieve

as splendid tides of fervent love arise

and what you give, in kind you shall receive.

and time, almighty time, heals any wound

but leaves a wake of ever present scars

and passes, like a fleeting dream, too soon,

enduring in the memories of stars.

and all that life has given, you may keep;

the sweet tranquility of endless sleep.