ocean |
|
I
am the west wind. |
I
am the sea gull. |
I
dance on the waves, |
As
they break on the shore line. |
|
The
moon is my sorrow. |
The
moon is my lantern. |
I
search for you so long, |
These
dark lonely beaches. |
|
Oh
where can you be? |
This
restless sea, |
These
empty nights, |
Have
swallowed me. |
|
Look
for something |
Softer
illusions |
Soothe
these vicious schemes. |
There
is the old one, |
The
wise one, the gold one. |
|
I
am the hunger, |
The
ache of the fiction, |
And
nestles in bones, |
That
he left for the vultures. |
|
Death
is my secret, |
A
child my illusion, |
And
life is the suffering, |
That
brings men to (something?). |
|
Oh,
where can you be? |
This
raging age, |
This
rotting life, |
Is
misery. |
|
Lost
in your body, |
Cave
of you screeming, |
Longing
to be free. |
Then
you have broken, |
The
spine of your madness, |
Come
over here to me. |