I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice doesn’t touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss has sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things ,filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
And you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting ,a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away,and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in you silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring.
You are like the night,with its stillness and constellation.
Your silence is that of a star,as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still:it is as though you were absent,
Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then ,one smile ,is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.