Epilogue

And for myself I have no regrets

That time has taken what it soon forgets

A gambler's paradise in short vignettes

These stolen moments from the hourglass

A burning candle while the night-time lasts

Upon my pillow where my dreams float past

And all my memories seem to come alive

I think of everyone who still survives

And those who haven't may yet still arrive

I want to take the time to let you know

I've had a hard time letting feelings show

And through it all I love you even so

A poet's pleasure is to hear in time

The painter pictures what he's left behind

I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind

I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing

No way of knowing what tomorrow brings

I leave my solitude upon his wings