by Alex Moskios
For if he comes by day, let him
Come like a summer's breeze;
And if by night, let him be
Like a mother's loving lullaby.
Let there be spring, where the
Nature speaks of love and life;
And above all, let there be music,
Songs and dancing when the
High Lord of Hades arrives.
. . . .
Then a dream's end, with no goodbye...
Let Lethe's water wash all that is left behind.