( After Cavafy ) The darkness of time will never touch you, resplendent in your glittering gown, adorned with precious gems known to all the people. When your crisis comes, courage and foresight will retreat, fading like music on the wind. We easily guess the future, but tomorrow comes only as today, again and again. We yearn for the new day, but we wait in vain for it to happen. Only the present marches on amid your royalty and splendor. The darkness of time will never touch you, but neither will the new.