Who Needs To Live Forever? Like a Greek wandering Through the age of Pericles Or a picture on some Gilded ancient urn On a shelf. Beautiful enough, Varied enough, That we could read it's form From the aisles of a play Before the third act. Or a sweet unheard melody From some Homeric golden age. No longer a part of the struggle Of the world of their time. Let's leave it to them. Like Pegasus, You are my beautiful Radiant winged steed. Are you smiling? Didn't we have a good time? Come here. I'll be the wind beneath your wings. Draw a curtain across the horizon And unfold the sky. Let's make love to the stars.