Tryst

today I feel great, finally I've found itwe get drunk on Martini at the Peach Pitand tomorrow we crush the pigeons on the placeyour spirit smiles away my melancholy faceevery morning I will say:"I love you till my heart dies"and "most beautifulare your eyes"today I feel so great in all I doa time supreme, runes I read in the yewwe lie in the grass interpreting the cloudswe indulge in misanthropy, laugh away the doubtsevery morning I will say...but hoping is futileand wishing in vainto you all the bestPS: "all the stars are dead now"