Opus 68

Warnings are not necessary,

Are they?

Must we recollect the times that we,

As one people, shared that day?

No.

The recitative love is redundant,

Cause what has this meant all these years without

Promise? There were words in abundance

But in action a drought.

In this romance we must have a gadfly.

In this eternal waltz - a sudden common time.

I mustn’t turn away my eye,

I mustn’t let you go begrime.

Stay silent in the night,

When they come prowling for a fight.

Stay silent in the day,

For the truth we cannot say.

Else we enter an eternal winter,

Else we’ll never leave the cold.

Am I afraid I’ll never grow old?