Beneath my scream I soar in delirious want.
When you go to sleep think,
Sweeted man from a thousand moon chants.
The sea not urging times, less frantic symphony.
After light is gone away, behind the Shadowy winiter,
And death be some ugly ship.
The sky beneath lie in men.
Music needs beauty.
But women lie in luscious moments of powering eternity.
~Jaspen~