And This Will Be Like The Days Nobody Remembers

when the heavenly bodies were in the morning
and the light and oceans alike were all burning
red clouds gossiped true to me in kind strength
an overflow of blood and tears, up the sky went

and this will be like the days nobody remembers
like the faraway forest trees crying with ambers
my eyes have looked upon so many unseen things
and my ears have heard plenty unspoken words

journeying across the entirety of a bitter world
I know now secret things nobody has ever told
I see a sunny future through a thick endless forest
a thousand moons of moons, resting upon crest

things to be, and they that never will be, forever
quick and strong, tearing down like a new river
and this will be like the days nobody remembers
a man plowing seas, like the storm of septembers

loud will be the heavens, with endless wailings
dim memories following with a thousand feelings
and in what follows a red cloud bursting with dew
of this moments, a night and a day in a pas de deux

when complete darkness comes down to the hillside
settling down and over everything matter and tide
and this will be like the days nobody remembers
a yesterday passing far unto the land of numbers.