Where We the Creatures of the Nights
What has become of us,
When tedium and boredoom sets in,
Recalcitrance and the fading of hopes.
Nights, when we were lending fire for
The perfections of our solar systems,
Together under the auspices,
The intellect gave way to the desire.
Or who have a dreamers dream and his castles,
These expressions knew us somewhere,
The unclouded skies, the moon of joy, the mistress nights depreciating,
Her softhands playing her naive strings on our bodies,
Gentle, o gentle,
Words, and gentleness,
The seasons will dress and undress us,
The leaf you have become trembling under my touch,
Together the flower will blossom,
Love its multipying effects will,
Take out the invisible God from his sky,
These expressions were not lost.
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