As we rot On yesterdays path Forgotten bridges over blackened rivers Veins of life reaching out Trails end in yesternights garden We travel through the eclipse and reach the nostalgic dawn Falling asleep in the still wood The dead frond of thought, taken with the wind Imparts a requiem O vile beauty With a lurid veil I heard your scream In that unearthly dream O maudlin being Of mortal anguish An ardent desire Had lain within your mire
yesternights, frond, maudlin, imparts, nostalgic