Now we'll plummet headlong
into night as into an abyss.
Arms spread childishly wide, from starched sheets
into dreams we shall fly-
Every orbit completed appearing to weary us less,
We'll lay bridges of lightning to stun every wind that blows by!
We will recognize those whose faces we knew in the past,
But whose images flicker just out of our memory's sight,
As from some other life we have led
in the dream's looking glass,
Which our eyes cannot see
since they're dazzled by day's blinding light.
In the dawning of flight we shall feel ourselves fearless and wise,
From the heavenly gates winged beasts
will come eat from our hands.
But who we'll have become back on Earth
when next morning we rise-
No sense trying to guess,
but then why should we know in advance?