I have a square of clear heaven,
But I"ve no music in my head.
My thoughts somewhere now raven,
But my todays are always dead.

I have the wings, left from the winter,
The snowy cinders of my past,
But their shades can only splinter
My lifetime into air and dust.

I"ve lost my way and my tomorrow
Between the gleams of yesterday.
And walking down with me my sorrow,
For all the senses gone away.