Nocturne... As if it were the Invisible... As if it were the thunder that a lion hurls into the wind.

Silence of the night, a sad,
nocturnal silence ---
Why does my soul tremble so ?
I hear the humming of my blood,
and a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia!
Not to be able to sleep, and yet to dream.
I am the autospecimen of spiritual dissection.
The auto-Hamlet!
To dilute my sadness of the world and
the wine of the night in the marvellous
crystal of the dark --- 
And I ask myself:
When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door ---