Past Shadows
Eternal Reflections: Memories of Love's Passage
Lyrics
Now far I am from you, before my fire alone,
Feeling distant from someone, sitting alone by the fire.
And read again the hours that so silently have gone,
Reflecting on the past hours that have passed quietly.
And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide,
Perceiving the passage of time as if eighty years have elapsed.
That I am old as winter, that maybe you have died.
Feeling aged like winter, contemplating the possibility of the other person's death.
The shadows of the past swift stream across life's floor
Recalling shadows of the past swiftly moving through life.
The tale of all times, nothings that now exist no more;
Reflecting on the timeless tales and things that no longer exist.
While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind
Describing the wind as it interacts with window blinds.
And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind
Expressing the wind's melancholy effect on the storytelling process in the mind.
I see you stand before me in a mist that does enfold,
Imagining the presence of the person in a misty embrace.
Your eyes are full of tears, and your fingers long and cold;
Observing tearful eyes and cold fingers of the person.
About my neck caressing your arms you gently ply
Feeling the person's arms caressing around the neck.
And it seems you want to speak to me yet only sigh
Sensing a desire to communicate, but only hearing sighs.
And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace
Embracing the enchanting world of the person as one's own.
And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace
Describing a profound and ultimate embrace between both lives.
Oh, let the voice of memory remain forever dumb,
Expressing a wish for memories to remain silent.
Forget the joy that was, but that nevermore will come,
Encouraging forgetfulness of past joys that will not return.
Forget how after an instant you thrust my arms aside,
Recalling a moment when the person pushed away the embrace.
For now I'm old and lonely, and maybe you have died
Feeling old, lonely, and contemplating the possibility of the person's death.
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