The sky is warm tonight,
sparkle a million times:
take me into the sky,
I want to die tonight.
Let me forget this dusky tree,
the river's chuckling glee,
quivering silvers of moon,
the roses, curled into sleep;
for if I hovered where I cannot find,
in gloomy heights, some heaven
blue as seaglow, curled
like a sleeping shell;
memory should dissolve in flows of sand
and every star outstrobe
the shimmer of dawn;
no bliss of dew, only dreams,
quiet and lost beneath me.
Wave on wave suffuses
whispers of existence.
Sleep, sea breeze.
And when tomorrow clangs, don't wake me:
where I'll be, alarm
sinks under snooze,
a drop of placid sea...
I'll come down if I choose.
