Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.