Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks

In the moonlight I met Berserk, In the moonlight On the bushy plain. Oh, sharp he was As the sleepless! And, “Why are you red In this milky blue?” I said. “Why sun-colored, As if awake In the midst of sleep?” “You that wander,” So he said, “On the bushy plain, Forget so soon. But I set my traps In the midst of dreams.” I knew from this That the blue ground Was full of blocks And blocking steel. I knew the dread Of the bushy plain, And the beauty Of the moonlight Falling there, Falling As sleep falls In the innocent air.