in the ancient cove
of time\'s shadowed bowers
a thousand candles flame
burning down the hours
hold our hopes in pools
that render to the sea
a thousand waxen ships
antiqued in reverie
bygone and beguiled
horizon\'s promise clouds
a thousand spectral moons
above earth\'s mortal shroud
gathering gray webs
of relics\' crooning trance
a thousand dying days
in years\' temporal dance
wear moth-eaten dreams
reflect in milky eye
a thousand lovers\' prayers
she wept; I heard her cry