(Verlaine)

Last night I drifted down to the docks

The water... glittering and black.

The snow fell lightly and disappeared.

I felt the old ropes grow slack.

I thought I'd dissolve when the beacon revolved.

I just get so carried away.

Once I had a ship, yes I had a map

I had the wind like a tree has sap

I sank into these banks of clay

I get carried

Those rooms were freezing and always dark but where we were never mattered

Your head was golden

There was lightning in your arms and then the glass shattered.

It was noon at midnite.

The day that never ends -

The lamp it whispers and makes amends - everything was more than I took it for.

I got carried away.