Traces of a million lives Are written on the Earth Remnants of a vision Streaming into my mind Now I feel the cold steel The whip and the stone Then I see shining towers Arising from the clouds I close my eyes And all is gone Riding alone The Wave of Time The speed of light Is not enough My mind is riding The Wave of Time Pieces of the memory Are carried through the time Endlessly recalling in Form of flesh and bone Now I smell the vessels Drying in the Sun Then I watch the iron birds Smashing into the ground I close my eyes And all is gone Riding alone The Wave of Time The speed of light Is not enough My mind is riding The Wave of Time (By Dickinson)