Surrender at Night
Monkess! take me into your darkness,
Your mountains cool and blue!
Dark dew bleeds down;
Cross towers steeply in the star-glitter.
Purply, mouth and lies broke
Cool in the decayed chamber;
Laughter still shines, golden play,
A bell's final knells.
Cloud of moon! Blackly at night
Wild fruits fall from the tree
And the room becomes the grave
And this earthly wandering the dream.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt