Today is dying,
and shadow’s dust floods
this daylight land
Dreadful have I grown
as I constantly drown
in the wild naps,
A certain dream has
chilled me
Drilling into the marrow
of my entire bones
A dream that your love
for me
No longer was like the dew
upon the lawn,
That flirts a while and
then goes
Today is dying, today is

I lie here,
one fallen leaf filtering
like a clod,
One sad lion hunting,
An empty boat in the sea,
What else to do, but adhere
to the silhouette of
a rosebud
Or feast memory’s corpse
And hope that the clock may
soon gather the fragments
of our love
Today is dying, today is