Fall asleepnNight resonance recedesn(I regret that I have not reallynUnderstood any thing, not a singlenObject and that no man ever can,nThe fascinating waltz of nature herenIn sight of the sea taking advantagenOf me to dart upon me and sting me,nBecause I've dared to open my mouthnTo sing at all)nI nearly die of all the beautynnSleep a fallnFragments tearing asunder,nElements of my mindnEchoes lost in purple smokenLike visions in eclipsenElements tearing asunder,nFragments of my mindnVisions lost in purple smokenLike echoes in eclipsenSleep took me by the brow and laid menBack. then, down in a flood of remembrancenI remembered her sea-reflecting eyes,nThe eyes-reflecting sea and all thenResounding things in between.nI tried to listen in awe but...nFor a moment, like a wavering spark,nBLOODnHer face laid there before my breast,nPale love lost in the winds of SeptembernGuarded by glittering tears and lips apartnWith dumb cries...nTEARSnA supreme moment, like an indolent sigh,nA memorized experience of tomorrow?nOr just a dark figment of my imagination?nI'm unsure.n...Sane, but in a way dimorphously riskingnAbsurdity I looked into the mirrors, againnAnd again, caught as in a nightmare,nOr did they look on me?nI don't know but that's rather ominous,nSomething happened...nIn her looking-glass my lips part as thoughnI wanted to speaknA strange labyrinth, ways on all sides,nBut how shall I turn?nSeasons changed with my confidence...n...A fine wind blew the new direction of timenTime, that is watching from the shadowsnSHADOWSnI wonder who I am.nI don't know and swoon away with consternationnClatter in my ears and a face in my mindnThat puts a blame on menI don't understand, loosing myself againnNevertheless I can't let this fall into oblivion...nA deep breath and that vast hunger fornEverything beyond usnHelp me to follow you, a phantom stillnI walk on, as if out of my own young life,nAs if escaping into another dream,nAnother life, another menI seem to drift away like the watersnAnd I don't know what I am going to be)nnDo what we willnOur hasty minutes flynAnd while we sleepnWhat do we else but dienAll these joysnHow short their daynThey creep on towards usnBut fly awaynnI wake to what is real and not a dreamnI dream of what is real andnWake to what's no dreamnI wake to what is dream andnWhat's not realnI dream of what is real andnWake to what is dream