06-30-2024, 07:44 PM
In this life,
in which the dancing
slows all
too soon.
No one
can really ever say
where
you need
to go.
No one ever
need
remind you
that you walk
under the moon’s uninterested
shadow.
It may be
the empty night will beckon you
to that place
where, alone
you will one day walk
in a somehow joyful grief,
alone and not,
lost and being found
in a dark river of warm silence.
———
Original:
In this life
in which the dancing slows all
too soon
You will walk
under the white chalk of
the moon
You will see
the darkness there, mingled with
the light
And you will know
that what you already have, close in
is what’s right
in which the dancing
slows all
too soon.
No one
can really ever say
where
you need
to go.
No one ever
need
remind you
that you walk
under the moon’s uninterested
shadow.
It may be
the empty night will beckon you
to that place
where, alone
you will one day walk
in a somehow joyful grief,
alone and not,
lost and being found
in a dark river of warm silence.
———
Original:
In this life
in which the dancing slows all
too soon
You will walk
under the white chalk of
the moon
You will see
the darkness there, mingled with
the light
And you will know
that what you already have, close in
is what’s right