Through waters where the moon fled I see no
hour, I see no limit to the blind
distance, to the aching sea and green waves,
those green waves and the falling sky are my
destroyer, alone under the lamplight
I’m waiting for the night to close me down.
The night as claimed me. I see your face
among the lovers spilling over the street like
wine, each face seems to mock me and I
run, defeated, and ride the green wave.
The night smothers me. Among the lovers
I am ridiculed, a crow among men.
Each face which turns to laugh is your face,
and I’m left in the voice of the rain.
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