Le Memoir

I have been here before

But when or how I cannot tell

I know the grass beyond the door

The sweet, keen smell

The sighing sounds

The lights around the shore

You have been mine before

How long ago, I may not know

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turned so, some veil did fall

I knew it all of yore

Has this been thus before?

And though through time's soft, vacant flight

Still with our lives

Our love, restore

In death's despite

And day and night

Yield on