The fury has passed
The storm abated
Horizons, so vast
That my mind created
But now - upon a bed in which I never lay,
Rests this life of yesterday;
No longer mine
This world of change
Once, a tempting wine
Now, a taste so strange
All gone - it has flown by so fast
The bright future has become the past;
The riotous spring
The sublime days
Now only bring
My envious gaze
Just think - all my follies and flaws
Gone from my hands, but delivered to yours.