Evening of a gloomy Thursday,
Humming an ancient melody;
Hypnos and Morpheus are dead now,
Selene no more loves Endymion,
No Lethe flows in the Abode of the Dead;
Still each mortal is in deep hypnosis.
Can you find me some crack?
In return I’ll give you,
All my dreams,
Which I lived during this long somnolence;
I’ll also confer,
All my raw hopes,
And all my wild felicities;
Then I’ll never see you again…
May 15,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny how we can pour out our heart to a stranger AND poof there gone. Sort of like a confessional