Nothing of Old Selves to Keep

Before the eyelids droop in sleep,

The sleep that all forgetting is

Yet one the spirit knows to reap,

The accumulation of earthly bliss

Progress of the soul's descent

To ignorance in birth's dark cave

Aware of the divine intent

When to man the earth She gave.

I seek the peace eluding me,

The calm that comes when we recast

This being of scattered energy

Desperate to hold the past

In the vaults of memory,

Godlike hands to remould

And nothing of old selves to keep.