... I tilled the sorrows of stone. (Loreena McKennitt)
In that dark world where gods have lost their way. (Theodore Roethke)
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night. (William Blake)
I forgive things
I shouldn't.
I wait longer
Than I should. (...)
But when I leave,
I don't come back. (Michael Poetryy)