Tomorrow Night

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.