Tomorrow
Night
Tomorrow
night
the gentle sigh
will slip
out of those
sorrowful, oh sorrowful lips,
and a misty shiver
will sharply quiver,
and flutter,
like a graceful
eel, blue eel,
queer eel
over and over
that graceful
scar, merciful
mark that runs
along an earthly
mass
The Otherworld
it escaped
to seek and
entwine
the you and I
endlessly
swaying
back and forth,
forth and back,
in the black claws
of the black crow
pouring for us
black and sour
and black wine
Alas!, the irrepressible
grief
upon the dim awakening
to the end of
the dream
Alas!, as tomorrow
night
never exists and
will never
exist.
