Flux, Return, Aspire

I was a dream in passing,
While leaving off this life
(If only for a moment's rest
out of th' infernal strife.)

I mossied with the flowers,
Took in a fickle fair,
Then dressed myself in all the best:
Before my God laid bare.

And then came Now's damnation.
Now I'm back to here.
And only hope to live in peace,
and not eternal fear.