In the Moonlight Waves of the sea Whisper across the sand Touched by the moon’s fickle light Creeping shadows dance Upon tranquil waters, As if we are held in dreams Entwined with rhythm and tides, The night weeps softly.

O, how I wish to drift. To float far away, On a breath of wind. Wandering here and there, Through forests made of silver, Where echoes laugh and thunder, In a silk of endless night.

• Hugo Ball