Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “Endymion”
The rising moon. She hides each and every star. With level rays, each, a golden bar. How sweet and welcome they are. Reaching out to grasp, but they are so very far… they’re so far. So far! Silver white, the river gleams. As if we live, each in her dreams. It comes, the beautiful, the free… the crown of all humanity. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep. Are life’s oblivion, the soul’s sleep, the soul’s sleep, the soul’s sleep? So, so deep, in each nightmare’s weep. And, as kisses on closed eyes on all who’s slumbering lies. As kisses on closed eyes on all who’s slumbering lies. We don’t realize, that while we sleep, each and everyone of us cries. We all cry until we die… oh, yeah. All are fraught with fear and pain, while awake, shall never be loved again. All are fraught with fear and pain, while awake, shall never be loved again… never be loved again… never be loved again… never be loved again!
