Time passed hard,

and the task was the hardest thing she'd ever do.

But she forgot,

the moment she saw you.

So it would seem to be true:

when cruel birth debases, we forget.

When cruel death debases,

we believe it erases all the rest

that precedes.

But stand brave, life-liver,

bleeding out your days

in the river of time.

Stand brave:

time moves both ways,

in the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating

joy of life;

the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating

joy of life.

The moment of your greatest joy sustains:

not axe nor hammer,

tumor, tremor,

can take it away, and it remains.

It remains.

And it pains me to say, I was wrong.

Love is not a symptom of time.

Time is just a symptom of love

(and the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating

joy of life;

the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating

joy of life).

Hardly seen, hardly felt–

deep down where your fight is waiting,

down 'till the light in your eyes is fading:

joy of life.

Where i know that you can yield, when it comes down to it;

bow like the field when the combs through it:

joy of life.

And every little gust that chances through

will dance in the dust of me and you,

with joy-of-life.

And in our perfect secret-keeping:

One ear of corn,

in silent, reaping

joy of life.

Joy! Again, around–a pause, a sound–a song:

a way a lone a last a loved a long.

A cave, a grave, a day: arise, ascend.

(Areion, Rharian, go free and graze. Amen.)

A shore, a tide, unmoored–a sight, abroad:

A dawn, unmarked, undone, undarked (a god).

No time. No flock. No chime, no clock. No end.

White star, white ship–Nightjar, transmit: transcend!

White star, white ship–Nightjar, transmit: transcend!

White star, white ship–Nightjar, transmit: transcend!

White star, white ship–Nightjar, transmit: trans!