Till the grave summons my fragmented sleep,
My thought, you may salute her
when I close everything,
you may, my thought, waltz on the fur
I dream, dream of my thought
with symphonies of the 18th
the moonlight I give an audience to
takes me to you and beneath.
My thought, you may salute her
when I close everything,
you may, my thought, waltz on the fur
I dream, dream of my thought
with symphonies of the 18th
the moonlight I give an audience to
takes me to you and beneath.
No comments:
Post a Comment