Motions of course and change Oceans through night and mighty gales Sundance in the shade and pages of blue brocades Alas! When time comes all the world shall be my world! And you my manly page will fold your deck Until we find light in dark There will be only one boy in the stable At least you'll be my final eternal reflection I'll be the river of Stygian dreams where sorrow saddens Where you seek destiny and lies Ancient ruins still reside ruinous and timeless Where a traveller once wandered the gardens The borders of prosecutors and senators fully equipped Grapes squashed by squalls, till the boy turns squalid Can one take such agony in the mooned drapes I gaze at her, almost mooning I'll show you her futile dream of being boyish still All the world's a world and the stage is set for the staged play I'll show you soon, my love is better ******* is like playing except It needs a stage and a spectacular performance