Night's Cry

What I have done? When the distance of the lusty killing Or the thing he has touched, the hours that brazen On the peak of this wind's falls, the beauty Thought which I was still sleeping With pain I could feel, you're still walking The wounds upon the strangled memory I hold, All become so unhealthy, implored, and hard to swallow. What I have done? For many who have dreamed or were just drifting The treasure of living up into the exhaustless dawn, The brave word I loved or it never was. How could I fail if I am the same bloody Soul you have made me to believe on you? Tell me, dear morning, or you dying evening, For what I fell by giving you all my love, I've failed to feel you after you have disappeared! Shall I say these is love, fondled declaration, Or just the denial of man's things. What a good for it when at every dream I have been Or the waves I watched through the window of the night And now, the holy light of this day blinded me And surpassing me what I felt all have already gone! Tell me, please, what I have done?