The one consoling beauty is
These words will fade and pass away.
The sun will dim, the moon will fall,
And everything will cease to be.
We’re one: we’re all just one alone.
The earth and sky, the walls of stone,
The foals and horses running free,
Yes, everything will cease to be.
I touch your hair, and know its flow.
There is a tear beneath the smile,
And after all, it had to come,
For everything must cease to be.
I breath the air: it reeks of pasts,
Of love which came and meant so much.