Thrown back to times long past, I wake in pain.
A dread takes me. I look around in fear.
I do not know the place I lie in. Here
A coarse insult, there squawking crows again.
I walk, so shakily, along the lane.
There’s something that I lost. But what? I hear
My spirit cry beneath my scared veneer.
I feel like part of me is dead, and sadly slain.
I do not know this world. Yet little bits
Seem familiar to me. I breathe this air.
It smells of spring and night, and pallid sin.
I spot a maiden. Beneath a tree she sits.
I have seen her before, but where? oh where?
My memory’s gone. I know not where I’ve been.