The dying light in this tunnel

Is beyond me now

And I miss the strange rhythms

Of gentle days past

/

I crave last year’s pain

The few sorrows of a prince

Rushing forward on the crests

Of invincible waves

/

The dying light of silver

Has pursued all it can

Down this serpentine grave

Now I heed only sound

/

Nothing reaches back

In this continuous shadow

The cave bends and it darkens

Leaving me to decide