💖I
like for you to be still:
it
is as though you were absent,
and
you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It
seems as though your eyes had flown away
and
it seems that a kiss had 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 your 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 constellations.
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.💕✨💕
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