De Memoria: Canto II
Men are but as dreams
Mere memories to be kept,
For as long as men live, it seems,
And in weeping as we have slept
Erasing memories that burn
Fiery, beneath the skin.
Men are thoughts, we learn,
Or whispers in the wind
That fadeth and grow
At the rising and the falling
Within the mind’s flow
In the leaving and the calling.
Yet past, present, and future mirror men,
For whate’er we do, we must learn to live with them.