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I can write the saddest verses tonight. Write, for example: "The night sky is full of stars, And far away, blue, celestial bodies tremble". The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest verses tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she also loved me. Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, and sometimes I also loved her. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. I can write the saddest verses tonight. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I lost her. To hear the immense night, even more immeasurable without her. And the verse falls to the soul as dew to the pasture. It does not matter that my love could not keep her. The night sky is full of stars, and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance. My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her. My eyes search for her, trying to bring her close to me. My heart searches for her, and she is not with me. The same night, whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, it is true, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to caress her hearing. Another's. She must belong to someone else, just as she belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, it is true, but maybe I still love her. Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long. Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms, My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her. Even when this is the last pain she causes me And these are the last verses that I write about her.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)

Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn, When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn Hath travelled on to age's steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring. For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green.

William Shakespeare 1564-1616)

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime-lofty towers I see down-razed, And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ? Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

William Shakespeare 1564-1616)

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose. They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those Yet seemed it winter still and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Lyrics

Moonlight Drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the city
sleeps to hide

Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
on our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds that
lap against our side

Nothing left open
And no time to decide
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach a hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide

Easy to love you as I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive

Jim Morrison

Wishful Sinful

Wishful crystal
Water covers everything in blue Cooling water

Wishful sinful, our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came

Wishful sinful, wicked blue
water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you
Can't escape the blue

Magic rising
Sun is shining deep beneath the sea But not enough for you and me
and sunshine

Love to hear the wind cry

Wishful, sinful, our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came
Wishful, sinful, wicked blue
Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked
Can't escape the blue
Love to hear the wind cry

Robby Krieger

My Wild Love

My wild love went riding
She rode all the day
She rode to the devil
And asked him to pay

The devil was wiser
It's time to repent
He asked her to give back
The money she spent

My wild love went riding
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her hair

She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evening
And laid her head down
She rode on to Christmas
She rode to the farm
She rode to Japan
And re-entered a town

By this time the weather
Had changed one degree
She asked for the people
To let her go free

My wild love went riding
She rode for an hour
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on

Jim Morrison

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