Het is weekend. Dol en tevens fijn.

From a dark dream, out of deep sorrow waking,
I saw the narrow moon hung like a warning

Over the Bay of Dolphins, before the breaking
Of light - It was the slender moon of morning,

The curved thin moon, with clear and crystal light gleaming,
With limpid light. Alarmed I could not shut
Its silver portent out as ominous dreaming...
Cold on my heart its crystal scar is cut.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.