In the heart of your ears that runs blue,
Among the foliage;
Her sweet madness lacing each skull;
Covered with the stars which are melting away.
In the wine of daylight, dark lilacs
Would dust with fine gold, a thousand years sad.
Entwine their thin arms whence does he come,
Sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade.
Embroidered with black moss, why, the blue silence?
It was the voice.
I no longer felt myself.
In the long violet coagulations,
Droppings of lichens of sunlight.
To know the skies,
The scented twilight of silver waves.
I knew destiny.
Among the foliage;
Her sweet madness lacing each skull;
Covered with the stars which are melting away.
In the wine of daylight, dark lilacs
Would dust with fine gold, a thousand years sad.
Entwine their thin arms whence does he come,
Sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade.
Embroidered with black moss, why, the blue silence?
It was the voice.
I no longer felt myself.
In the long violet coagulations,
Droppings of lichens of sunlight.
To know the skies,
The scented twilight of silver waves.
I knew destiny.
