Julius Caesar (Memento Hodie)

In its water lily field, wide and green, grows a tree And from the tree hang apples Not for you to eat In a way it matters more, than it did before To see the east voyaging through True hearts of dooms Mirth, birth, reverie In harmony Somersault caravans of fools As he passes for reply To sing his songs again He sways to kiss the horizontal ground And from the ground a dove rises And as a mark of honor A mask is left behind Mirth, birth, reverie In harmony To gentle form a noble force Master's voice cascades From his gentle stage Calm and vast the city lies On a horizontal ground Kind and calm Julius lies For Octavian to prevail Mirth, birth, reverie In harmony Traverses the peninsula All those dismiss the winds destroy With his gentle kisses The righteous and wise And doom ambitious praise With his will His will and order Mirth, birth, reverie In its water lily field, wide and green, grows a tree And from the tree hand apples Not for you to eat And 'neath the Aegan Sea Where statues and pillars of stone are tossed Rest for all his aching bones To guide us far from energy Mirth, birth, reverie