I find peace in your stillness.
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 silence 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 find peace in your stillness,
and you seem far away.
Let me come to be still in your silence,
and let me speak to you with your silence,
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,
remote and candid.
I find peace in your stillness.
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 is not true!!
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
I find peace in your stillness.
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 silence 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 find peace in your stillness,
and you seem far away.
Let me come to be still in your silence,
and let me speak to you with your silence,
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,
remote and candid.
I find peace in your stillness.
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 is not true!!
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