I have felt your lips on mine
Your hair has vailed my eyes
When my blood was wild as singing wine
And Stargold flecked the skys.
We have watched the moonlight dance
On the breast of a still lagon
But now I´m tired of your
changeless glance
In the eye of the wrinkled moon.
What have you given me
To name as an ultimate bliss?
Am I more strong, more free?
What slavery is this?
For a single star on the dusky sea
I would barter your hottest kiss.
by Robert E. Howard