The sultry moon is amorous for rain;
A star struck man peers to read the night
its constellations and their rite
That bind love through unexplainable pain.
The sky falls first in thimbles then in pails;
The dreams of man float by like Styx
Where week-end reverie dim before the next
And the steam from earth looks to Heaven and exhales.

O sad, and sweet, and silent! surely here
A man might dwell apart from troublous fears,

Surveying the lives of others go
From lust to winter – Yet he shall say
That Love has come for him today?
He’ll choke on mud and drown sorrow.
When morning breaks the lips of dawn
and sighs to warm the frosty air
with a caress so supple and fair
He’ll notice the night and stars are gone.

O sad, and sweet, and silent! surely here
A man’s dreams have incarnated his fear.