Carpe Noctem

There is no future, there is no more past
No roots nor fruits, but momentary flowers,
Lie still, only lie still and night will last 
Silent and dark, not for a space of hours, 
But everlastingly. Let me forget 
All but your perfume, every night but this.
The shame, the fruitless weeping, the regret.
Only lie still: this faint and quiet bliss 
Shall flower upon the brink of sleep and spread 
Till there is nothing left but you and I 
Clasped in a timeless silence. But like one
Who, doomed to die, at morning will be dead,
I know, though night seem dateless, that the sky 
Must brighten soon before tomorrow’s sun.

Aldous Huxley
(1894 – 1963)
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