They are - hazy
With a twinkle in his eyes.
They are strange clothes,
Around - the sadness and fear.
carry promise,
But the step of uniformly-quiet,
terrible desire
We were once in them.
They bloody heart,
Their tears parched.
Bloody current left
And flew to the heights.
Now go misty,
Their clothes are white.
but wonderful, but strange,
full of darkness.
23 June 1902
Midsummer's Eve
