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I have dreamed this before. Poem by Jóhann Hjálmarsson.
May evening
When I see the moon low in the sky
I will think about many things that should be ignored.
First I see swarms of insects whizzing by in Roman chariots
then the moon appears like an apple that has been bitten from below
Next is the exodus of the Gentiles through the uncharted territories of the earth.
and finally, he is the dream of the houses for Christmas snow, candles and decorations
He
changes
with every glance
Now he is disappearing.
into the purple palaces of the clouds
and the traveler has nothing left
except for a little porridge
Then the moon knits like a wild horse
and the iron hooves of his song strike the hard pavement
Many girls lose the silver thread of youth
The moon sails through the heavy waves of the ocean
with a white-glowing sail at her
The Flying Dutchman who never lands
May evening
When I see the moon low in the sky
I will think about many things that should be ignored.
First I see swarms of insects whizzing by in Roman chariots
then the moon appears like an apple that has been bitten from below
Next is the exodus of the Gentiles through the uncharted territories of the earth.
and finally, he is the dream of the houses for Christmas snow, candles and decorations
He
changes
with every glance
Now he is disappearing.
into the purple palaces of the clouds
and the traveler has nothing left
except for a little porridge
Then the moon knits like a wild horse
and the iron hooves of his song strike the hard pavement
Many girls lose the silver thread of youth
The moon sails through the heavy waves of the ocean
with a white-glowing sail at her
The Flying Dutchman who never lands