Do you remember?
The Moon-lit Ivory gardens
We once walked
The realms we fashioned
Like gods long forgotten
Do you remember?
The scented Star-pinioned night
That was ours alone
And the iris-pouring Moon
That whispered words, words arcane
We are but spectres
In this haggard and marble realm
Fading shapes
In the Moon's uncertain light
We are but whispers in the babel of voices
Last echoes of a long-dead world