Moon, rise the tides of dreams;
break the surf of memories;
wash the shores of reason.
Night, devour the light of faith;
hide the forest of hopes;
confound life's vagabonds.
Come to me, oblivion;
conceal me from the eyes
of afar and nigh ones, both
Let me forget, Lethe;
bring me respite,
the childish smile!
Moon, bring me the sea;
may it close the distance
and my heart beat to its crash.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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