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 are 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 are absent

distant and full of sorrow so you would die

one word then

one smile is enough

and I'm happy

happy that it's not true?