I speak of love that comes to mind: <br />The moon is faithful, although blind; <br />She moves in thought she cannot speak. <br />Perfect care has made her bleak. <br /> <br />I never dreamed the sea so deep, <br />The earth so dark; so long my sleep, <br />I have become another child. <br />I wake to see the world go wild.<br /><br />Allen Ginsberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-eastern-ballad/
