too late

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Lowest Country

through these nights

I hear

the queen’s eye call –

 

but the queen sleeps

among palm-winds –

it is only

her eye, which calls –

 

the queen no longer

needs me –

it is I, who need

her –

 

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easy to find the southern moon –

but I have destroyed my loving –

it can no longer be trusted –

but I will send my seagull

like a white line

the one, which is left –

and hope everything –

 

for

through this night

I hear

the queen’s eye call –

 

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for the queen doesn’t call –

it is I, who need

her –