How swift the flowing of the time we spent how passing slow the present hours creep. To alter time and fate was our intent to taste the fruits of life and never sleep to languor through the night with lovers’ need symphonic music clashing in the skies to speak of this one’s acts and that one’s creed before cruel life revealed its clever lies. I lost my place of favor to the grape and with your thirst my life began to move to whomsoever promised my escape, to any vanity it might behoove. Now you lie in sleep to never stir. And I … I wonder if you ever were.