Sunday 5 September 2010

I like when you are quiet

I like when you are quiet as if you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyes had flown
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.
Butterfly dreams, you are my soul,
and you are like the word melancholy.

I like when you are quiet and you seem distant.
And you're a moaning, a butterfly cooing.
And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you
Let me come with your silence.

Let me talk to you with your silence
bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night stillness and constellations.
Your silence is a star, as remote and candid.

I like when you are quiet as if you were absent.
Distant and painful as if you were dead.
One word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.