Traces, traces of light still linger on the wall
From a frozen dawn, in a land of clouds,
The afternoon falls.

Traces, traces of light still glimmer on her aged face,
Shadows grow as she muses
By the fireplace.

Traces, traces of light, still appear in simple signs,
A sunlit table, a wooden bowl,
A jug of wine.

Traces, traces of light, still glowing through the trees,
As twilight falls, the earth exhales
A tender breeze.

Traces, traces of light, we still remember we who dwell
In a shadow world, by a frozen river,
At the mouth of hell.

Traces, traces of light still enter your heart and mine,
Like lovers we share the hope
Of an unwritten time.

Traces, traces of light, when my work is said and done,
I will walk the winding road
To the setting sun.