Fall
Sweet music on ears fall
Music of the Night Dews
And
Music of High Priestesses
This night
This haunted in these haunted gardens
The Hastings Gardens:
No waterfall
And yet Moon compensates
Albeit weaker rays
Full
Fall
Sweet music fall
Take me to Lethe and its sub-conscious shores
A masked man ferries from side to
Side
And we
And I cross over misty foggy waters
And dream, and dream, and dream.
In Haunting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem