The darkness deep doth call to me. The air
Is still, but not my thoughts. I dream of you.
I contemplate the darkness. Stars, so fair,
Twinkle at me—they charge the night’s black hue,
Effusing it with life; and then they stare
At me, chained to the ground. I am imbued
With calm, and in my barren mental lair
I live in joy. I dream of you, ’tis true.
This is our time, and to you, each my words
I offer. Yet as each the stars above,
I wish them light my daily life absurd.
Thus all is peace—the darkness sweet as wine;
And you, I deliriously wish as mine.
I wish the night would whisper you my love.