over half a century ‘tis been
since to th’ unknown
Time first spoke
in the vocabulary of tears
and now Heaven’s Brew crashes
o’er my lodgings
into the blueness
stirring ever brightly
‘twixt th’ Eastern Valley
and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows
will ever I keep?
loujen haxm'Yor 
“and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows
will ever I keep?”
so beautiful expression… Thank you, Love, nia
Oh, thank you, Nia.
Art