I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things. 
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. 
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! 
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore. 
I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land. 
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope. 
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own. 
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute! 
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse. 
I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart. 
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky! 
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute! 
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!
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NOKTURNL
02:25 Dec 13 2019
nice