In the moonlight

I met Berserk,

In the moonlight

On the bushy plain.

Oh, sharp he was

As the sleepless!

And, "Why are you red

In this milky blue?"

I said.

"Why sun-colored,

As if awake

In the midst of sleep?"

"You that wander,"

So he said,

"On the bushy plain,

Forget so soon.

But I set my traps

In the midst of dreams."

I knew from this

That the blue ground

Was full of blocks

And blocking steel.

I knew the dread

Of the bushy plain,

And the beauty

Of the moonlight

Falling there,

Falling

As sleep falls

In the innocent air.