Dark dark the jocund space with downy flesh
Black bannered hideous gloomier than rest...

Having been happy in touching metallic skies
Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay...

I am the
Springtime of leaves...

Would not I carry my rugged pride
When element to element will mingle and reside...

Under the pale blue soft skies
On white sanded sculpted shores...

Mortal nights
The wind with serpents...

Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey...

The moon
Oh catch the moon...