Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Halo Smithy

At night I dowse a blisk for love
Thirsting to find water sweeter and hotter
Found rarely, barely far above
So fairly roused, seek my sibyl by augur

It lights on bedding sweating shove
Bursting with blood golden salt spawning matter
Bathed in moonlight an ancient grove
To throw my soul skywards and feel it shatter
Published by G. Etranger at 11:19 PM

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