ENDYMION

ENDYMION

In the glad touched by the passing moon his flesh wakens momentarily losing innocence he gains his birth

He is sleeping his dream is a dream of crystal translucent purity when I kissed him he stirred and lay still

When he begged me in his shattered youth I granted him immortality nursing innocence eternal sleep I knew nothing my dream undisturbed but once touched by her eternity accepting nothing less I must dream