The past is that which lies
Behind us, shaping men
Its lessons always teaching
Its dreams searching their end

Passions, pains and sorrows
Plans and goals and wonderings
the magic's remembered miracles
The storm's forgotten thunderings

Yesterday calls, yet sends us
Rushing to tomorrow
Providing shelter for our fears
Listening to our sorrows

Constant memories embrace us
Companions our hearts keep
But with darkness the night plunders hope
And offers the endless sleep

The absence calls the day before
And sunlight dancing in the air
Hoping to dispell the void
The past brings, which we cannot bear

But also past brings flowers
Gifts of joy and of light
Kindly showing men the pathways
Others took, and that they might

Galdrion Longshanks, in a moment of reflection

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 230 AF.