Clown in the moon
© Valérie Belin Untitled 2004
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Clown in the moon — Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) via Lexicon angel