The dark night invites youthful witness.
Piercing through the sky, the moon.
Ideas fade now; the night is a dark melody
attesting to life
and the faithful widow that is the sea,
in her rock and sway, through all infinity;
in her border regions of light and shadow,
in her majesty that expends and expands,
from shore to creeping sun;
lost in the undertow,
from shimmering reefs to evening glow;
the shapeless wanderers, the wandering tide,
caressing, untimed, ah the fatherless bride.
By morning everything is shattered by memory.
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