But daylight brought no slumber to my pain,
no slumber to my pain.
Richard Aldington
Beyond the fevered moon
beyond the eyelids of stars.
Unfathomed silence
sinking in the fire
The night desired a name
the shape of your reflection
But words crack under the burden
the mirror a multitude of ghosts
Immeasurable distance
weaves a thousand days
a room of ice and clouds
a house of burning clocks
Waves from the edge of the sky
wash away a half forgotten paradise
in the shadow of secrets
the dream is always the same
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