2004-8-17 22:48
When dusk is done
And the stars blow out
That once were on
Then the pale moon casts
Its frozen gleams
And the hollow of night
Fills up the dreams
Cats of mice’
Elves of trolls
Cooks of silver spoons and bowls.
Poets dream of winds of Rome.
Sailors dream of foreign lands
To conquer
And of ladies’ hands.
Dogs dream dreams
Of hounds to hares,
The red fox dreams
Of grass green lairs.
While deep in your sleep,
With your dark eyes shut tight,
You dream of the day
That will follow the night.
And the stars blow out
That once were on
Then the pale moon casts
Its frozen gleams
And the hollow of night
Fills up the dreams
Cats of mice’
Elves of trolls
Cooks of silver spoons and bowls.
Poets dream of winds of Rome.
Sailors dream of foreign lands
To conquer
And of ladies’ hands.
Dogs dream dreams
Of hounds to hares,
The red fox dreams
Of grass green lairs.
While deep in your sleep,
With your dark eyes shut tight,
You dream of the day
That will follow the night.
出淤泥而不染
居茅厕而不臭
居茅厕而不臭

