The spring grass takes me to a time ago;

The stillness stayed so, and life held her hands

Above her kin, above her withered foe.

She smiled upon beaches of silver sands.

This time of salt seas, shores of blissful sun,

This time of grand peace, rays of wondrous light!

I shan't see my foes ‘til her song is done.

No god shall stop her, not this very night.

Oh, but dreams, oh, but lies, as I realized;

For life shall not survive her children’s song,

For winter comes ‘long, and she’s paralyzed.

Of course, all that happiness can’t belong.

Oh, that was just my mind ablaze! For joy

Is static; forgotten, mindless white noise.