Notte Profonda

Splendida luna, gatta che lievi zampe posi sui sogni

A drape of dusk

If only this dead night were slashed apart,

a scream, a cry arose upon this drape

of dusk. If only across this barren sea

a wave of tidal fury came a-tumbling

and brushed away the jaded hopes that sunk

our wings and made our lives a limping pace.

If only this pale curtain fell and lay and let us

see what lies behind.

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