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When Time had stolen my face,
When all fog was grey against my heart’s mast,
There was no seeing truth
Above crumbled stones of past.

When currents crashed upon crags,
All fires ashore did die in haste–
And embers faded to cold and distant ash.
In the middle of night, my soul was replaced.

When mountains rose to kiss the sky,
And cypress grew round me,
Passion was lost to shadows
Within moon-pulled tides of the sea.

When the sun crawled upward in the sky,
I saw eastward, you standing there,
So small against the mountains.
You fixed me with a firm stare.

When pleas came to these lips,
You bound my mouth to silent rest
And closed my eyes to sight,
Saying, “Not with eyes is truth seen abreast.”

When Time had stolen my face,
When all fog was grey against my heart’s mast,
There was no seeing truth
Above crumbled stones of past
Without first closing my eyes.