Moondrunk

The wine we drink through the eyes

The moon pours down at night in waves,

And a flood tide overflows

The silent horizon.

Longings beyond number, gruesome sweet frissons,

Swim through the flood.

The wine we drink through the eyes

The moon pours down at night in waves.

The poet, slave to devotion,

Drunk on the sacred liquor,

Enraptured, turns his face to Heaven

And staggering sucks and slurps

The wine we drink through the eyes.