Four Night Songs - 4 Night Songs: No. 3, Through the Centuries

"Through the centuries I have held your hand,

whispered your name as the wind in the trees.

Nothing remembered and nothing forgotten,

each time it was different, each time the same.

Our meetings renewed a secret joy,

our farewells destroyed what we understood.

Today was a greeting, tomorrow a parting.

Our sun was a brilliance that died in our evening.

What did we learn and what did we know?

What became usual and what became strange?

Our coming together made thoughts that were growing,

our drifting apart an end to their thinking."