I like you calm as absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch.
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
emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
Butterfly sleep, you look like my soul,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like you calm and you seem far away,
and you are a moaning, a butterfly cooing.
And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach;
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 night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star, as remote and candid.
I like you calm as absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

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