What feeling like this could be
That no time at all evades
Deeply in the bark of an old tree
So much as the carving made
Many of the years may come
When all remembers nothing
Lingering moments left alone
Ceases not a heart in remembering
No longer do we hold each other
So swift are the hands of time
When no more could I [...]

The world is only but a glass,
a perfect glass through which we see
we come gazing at images
though not the the real we
The real is only but a reflection
reflections through a glass
stained by foggy disillusionments
and yet so desirable to break
In these glasses we contain ourselves
Us of souls seemingly aware
In words we speak of breaking through
But of [...]