when the heart in my chest was young
and it's taint was fresh and unscratched
I walked, happily and carefree,
in the company of young gods
under smiling rains and crying suns
Never a giant or god was I
mind you, but the nymphs
did give me their secrets to keep
What was I but a stone
against which they would rest,
and tell, and confess, and fell free again
But in the shadows of my deep dreams
do I see still their heat,
now but a memory...
...because I walked with them,
but no more.
