Romance in the Night
Under the tent of stars the lonely one
Moves through midnight's silence.
The boy awakes confused by dreams,
His countenance decaying gray in moon.
The foolish woman with unbound hair weeps
By the window's gazing trellis.
On the pond passing by in sweet journey
Lovers drift most wonderfully.
The murderer smiles palely in wine,
Death's horror grips the sick.
Excoriated and naked, the nun prays
Before the Savior's agony on the cross.
The mother sings softly in sleep.
Peacefully, the child looks into the night
With eyes that are completely truthful.
In the whorehouse laughter rings out.
By candlelight down in the cellar hole
The dead one paints a grinning silence
On the wall with white hand.
The sleeper whispers still.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt