The Hours That The Night Doesn'T Memories Keep (From,

Yesterdays are sometimes all lost In their bouquets of the stillborn flowers The darkness in there is to both sides tossed Not bound to the memories the gone hours Each night that comes forward can keep its take With loneliness in its gathering ways And something of somber there still make In the returning tinctures of grays Every deep and close lulls of the sleep That the blackness has no way for to swarm Or it’s pealing tail of shadows dancing The hours that the night doesn't memories keep Only coldness of time instead of its warm And life letters of past away chancing