Sullen skies of ecstasy
Distant from earth-
The ground
That holds me,
Thou I shall never see
For far from reality
You seem to be;
Oh! zephyr of midnight bliss
I refuse to let you
Caress me
For far from comfort
I shall always be;
Twinkling stars
Of hope you speak
Shielding sorrow
Swathe me
For far from sight
Does hope gleam;
“My” moon
You were once to me
Now a distant foe
You seem to be,
You bring with you
Your friend the night
Whose darkness imbibes me
For far from dreams
I seem to be...
