How odd it seems to now comply
To that which I did long deny,
To gaze upon your fiery eye,
And in ageless time I know your soul.

My past unpassed, and in your heart
I discard pain that has no part,
In this new wisdom you impart,
In this new being I have become.

Forgetfulness of hurtful times,
You bring to me through solemn rhymes,
The peace for years my heart but mimes,
You bring to me all pain's release.

These dreams, these lives, these words I write
Surcease to pain, ever present blight,
Bring to me the hope at night,
And so I long to be a Bard.