I wish that I was born a thousand years ago, I wish I'd sailed the darkened seas

Tracks
by Tomas Transtromer (trans. Robert Bly)

Night, two o’clock, moonlight. The train has stopped
in the middle of the plain. Distant bright points of a town
twinkle cold on the horizon.

As when someone has gone into a dream so far
that he’ll never remember he was there
when he comes back to his room.

And as when someone goes into a sickness so deep
that all his former days become twinkling points, a swarm,
cold and feeble on the horizon.

The train stands perfectly still.
Two o’clock: full moonlight, few stars.

Lou Reed "Heroin", Olympia Theatre, Paris, 1975