| Come In my dreams there is this young man and he whispers to me: "What are you waiting for, Louis?" Sometimes he comes to me in black leather. Sometimes he only wears some sort of ancient tunic. His angular face looks haggard sometimes - but beautiful. Silver hair cut short. His ageless grey eyes smile. White lilies in his hands. He beckons to me with a graceful gesture. Inviting me. "Leave your guilt behind you and your haunting memories. You will find peace in my arms. Peace and forgiveness." Oh, how alluring is this call to me! How do I long to be at peace! What has my life become, this so-called eternal life, but a succession of black lonely nights. My strength is worn out. And he - who once called me the beautiful one, the thoughtful one, the one who never plays with the coming sun - he has vanished from my life! "Yes," answers the young man. "He sleeps in my brother's arms and I'm not sure whether he will ever come back". "I hope your brother treats him well, "I sigh. "Better than I have ever done. But still, without him there is no reason for me to go on." "So let me be your lover now," answers the young man. His lips brush against mine ever so slightly and he takes my hand tenderly. "Come!" Annotation: in Greek mythology Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death), the sons of the goddess Nyx (Night), were twin brothers; on some illustrations Thanatos also appears as the Greek god of Love (Eros) |
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