So uncertain this

This old thing called love

A time and tale, historic.

Makes a fool of man,

Makes a jealous soul

But it spins a tale untold.

Since the end of time

Is both far and wide,

I’ll take this time to tell you

That the time we spend

Oh, it’ll never end

Even though the rapture falls.

Take my hand and fly

On the wind of time

As Hermes to the sunset.

As we watch the sun

Carried off till dawn

And Helios rides again.