Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
That flash like my soul when I love you.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,
taciturn miller,
night falls on you face downward, far from the city.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Write, for instance: The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.
I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
The night, gallops on its shadowy mare
Shedding blue tassels over the land.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories