The moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is the April rain, Filling the April streams. Her pollen is eternal life, Endless ambrosial foam. […]
‘Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon, ‘Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold- too cold for me- There pass’d, as a shroud, A […]
So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was […]
A couple of months ago, I wrote an article about Gackt and his fans, myself included. Today, I want to speak about a song I discovered in May, Fragrance. It’s not a secret that I prefer silence when I work, but I turn to music whenever I take a break. This song is on my […]
The moon sends silver strands through my saddened hair, but I don’t care, for my body lays almost lifelessly like a corpse and the cold wind blows through my veins, for a cruel and thirsty vampire sucked all my energy. I’m surrounded by lavender flowers but I cannot see them and the only things I […]