I love to read and write
Upon a star at night
In Paraguay, or wherever the spirit
Bites and feels good.
It is the Southern Hemisphere,
Everything hangs the other way up,
And the moon is bluer and clearer green,
As my imagination wants.
And the girls are different, some like fire,
Unselfconscious in warm looks,
Gorgeous in dark shapely freedom,
Spirits of another universe.
My deepest and most naive belief
Is that we are all brothers and sisters
In this world: that is my Socialism,
This is my basis for thought.
O so delicately dreams can spin
A wonderment like the fine silk
Of fairies` wings that gently ply,
Flying queens in midnight`s air.
And we move step after step, there
Towards that which must be, there
Enveloping ourselves and the world around
In the musical colours of our dreams.