Obsequiae Until All Ages Fall
Labyrinthine pathways
Follow the serpentine course of the river
Verdant trails above spirits
Where the secrets of language linger
As a boy I wandered and by the sounds of pipes enchanted
My sylvan home - where the roots of my youth were planted
I hear the wooden floors - now as before
The sound of the ones I left at my old cabin door
Sylvan kingdom, serene majesty
A love endured by the moons gleam
Vigil reverie awaiting the dawn
Now through death our spirits live on
It was here I cared for the animals
And tended the gardens needs
Basked in the sunlit meadow
And gazed through the light in the leaves
Not one of them remains in this silent hall
Here where I sleep until all ages fall