In my youth I soulful sang
                   in the white light
                   of the moon.

In my youth I naked danced
                   under fantastic flashes
                   of Aurora Borealis.

In my youth I torture howled
                   at shadowless dark
                   of storm witer skies.

Now I rest uneasy
                   longing for the
                                    songs
                                    dances
                                     howls
                    of my youth.